Xin
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Post by Xin on Jan 2, 2017 11:30:12 GMT -8
Remained motionless even as the Wraith moved across the room to take care of the cup, lulled into a deep-sleep by the softness of the blanket beneath him. Though in reality the cloth was somewhat course that did not seem to bother him. He remained asleep for the remainder of the night, scarcely making a sound until the sun had just begun the rise. Though the pale golden rays did not reach them beneath the canopy of the trees and the vegetation which had overtaken the windows. The flame had died to mere embers a faint orange glow which gave off little heat, though they would easily be able to rekindle it if they desired . Slowly the boy sat up, cloak tumbling from his form. White locks of hair splayed wildly about his head. He looked about sleepily seeming to take a moment to realize where he was before spotting. Sione over by the door. Slowly he rose, hands smoothing over the fabric of his cloak as he clasped the material about his shoulders and moved over towards the table where his pack had been waiting. It took but a moment to put everything-back and he even retrieved a piece of short bread to snack on while they continued down the road. Slowly he turned back to Sione- it was difficult to tell how much time had passed in the darkness. ”Shall we continue?”
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
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Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jan 5, 2017 16:00:59 GMT -8
The was little to be had. Somewhere along the open road, just off the beaten path, lay the wreckage of an attack. Not a single body stirred, and not a single remaining crate or barrel intact remained - only the broken ones spilling their goods on the dirt were left behind.
Any damage evidence could be found in a number of sword slashes, dagger stabs, and bites with two canine spaced punctures - one might come to a particular conclusion on the assailants. Even the horse didn't escape the assault of the attackers.
The sun was well over the horizon, looking to rest for the evening. Sunset's rays didn't sting her like it used to. She remained where she sat, perched under a tree near the wreckage that stood as a monument to her last moments as a human. The mare was nowhere to be found, and one of the chasing guards was gone. The other... his corpse was lying empty in the rubble of the destroyed carriage. The woman herself was a peculiar sight - a noble woman at a glance, dressed and adorn in rich baubles and an overly embellished, but modest dress. Her hair was in a gorgeous braid, with a smaller string around the back of her head like a crown. There was little dust or dirt or blood on her attire, despite the location and the struggle that certainly had ensued over an hour prior.
But she remained there, staring at the horizon with a leer that was a mix of mental pain and anger, almost hate. It was clear something was on her mind.
Gothmog caught up to her not long after she arrived, observing her for a time and giving her some space, once the sun was down he would light two torches and hand one to her, placing that hand on her shoulder in what was intended as a comforting gesture. "That life is gone now Faylen, you can mourn it, or you can burn it and begin anew, like the phoenix." Possibly the most poetic thing he had ever said that didn't involve ships, wenches, or booze, but he sensed his usual manner would not help in this situation. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2017 10:53:11 GMT -8
Sione watched Xin impassively as the boy roused from his slumber and assembled his belongings again. When he made toward the door, she stood smoothly and pulled the hood of her cloak up over her head again, settling it in place so that it once more mostly hid her features from view. Then she nodded, and hefted the bar out of its place, setting it aside so that they could exit the ramshackle cabin.
"Yes. I don't sense any threats outside, so we should be clear to continue toward Isra."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 5:30:07 GMT -8
Gothmog caught up to her not long after she arrived, observing her for a time and giving her some space, once the sun was down he would light two torches and hand one to her, placing that hand on her shoulder in what was intended as a comforting gesture. "That life is gone now Faylen, you can mourn it, or you can burn it and begin anew, like the phoenix." Possibly the most poetic thing he had ever said that didn't involve ships, wenches, or booze, but he sensed his usual manner would not help in this situation.
The thought of the guard only made her more angry, more so when her friend and mentor mentioned the old life. It just reminded her of her husband... could she even call him that anymore? The man had called her a monster, and was going to get rid of her.
Hasty, she scrambled to her feet and stomped over to the remains of the wreckage - and threw the torch at it without hesitation. Or rather, would attempt to - provided Gothmog didn't do anything to stop her. Assuming the task was complete she would move away from the growing blaze, squinting against the light, and folding her arms tightly over her chest as she struggled to keep from breaking down in a fit. There would be a slight tremble in her stance, but not a sound heard. |
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Xin
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Post by Xin on Jan 8, 2017 0:22:43 GMT -8
The boy shouldered his pack before making his way towards the door where Sione had chosen as her post, he knew that the girl had not slept. Pausing as he arrived at the door and she began to rise, that single silver orb meeting both her own- giving a slight nod at her words. It seemed that they would encounter no danger upon their departure. He waited as she slipped the bar from place allowing them to leave the cabin. A hand shooting upward to cover his eye as they stepped from the darkness and into the light. Morning dew still clung to the plants like tiny jewels scintillating in the pale golden light of the sun. it took but a moment for him to adjust to the light, and his gaze slowly scanned the surrounding tree-line searching for any signs of the man who had decided to accompany them, regardless he would be able to follow them if he chose. Sione would feel a light brush against her sleeve as he reached up to take her hand, allowing her to lead the way. ”Do you think we’ll run into any more bandits today?” His tone strangely hopeful.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jan 10, 2017 15:52:18 GMT -8
Gothmog made no move to stop her, tossing his own torch in afterward and letting the silence ride out for as long as Faylen desired it. He had seen the drained guard, could not give two shits about some random human who wasn't smart enough to get out of the way of a running vampire. Gothmog heard Faylen sobbing, wondered for a moment if he should say something in an effort to comfort her, but then realized comforting people was not a talent he possessed in the slightest quantity.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 18:35:04 GMT -8
"That is always a possibility, especially given how you angered that group yesterday." There was a vaguely wry lilt to Sione's voice, and she couldn't help but chuckle as she noted the tone of hope within Xin's tone. The boy had a sense of adventure. How interesting. She glanced toward where their newfound companion of the day prior had been, but couldn't sense his presence there, or anywhere nearby. Strange. Perhaps he'd changed his mind. Shrugging it aside, she led Xin back through the forest and onto the road, resuming their path toward Isra.
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Xin
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Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Xin on Jan 12, 2017 18:40:26 GMT -8
It seemed that the pair were on their own for now as the Wraith lead him back towards the main trail, though the slightly wooded area patterns of light streaking across the ground in a broken and fragmented array where the light had been allowed through the thick canopy above upon the land opened up once more into expanse of the road the boy followed. Single silver eye slowly scanning the surrounding tree-line. Perhaps he would join them later. Perhaps not. Always a possibility. He had learned of the many dangers of the world by The Order though his own upbringing was rather secluded, and the boy seemed to lack caution. He seemed to brighten somewhat at Sione’s words wondering what the day might bring them, while idly nibbling on a piece of shortbread.– And so the pair would uneventfully continue down the road- until they arrived at their next destination or were stopped once more.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2017 10:07:15 GMT -8
They wandered for quite a while before Sione seemed to perk up, her head lifting and turning off toward one side. There was an overgrown trail leading away, and though she couldn't see the destination, she could feel it.
"I can sense the strong presence of a collective of life forces. Perhaps it's a village. Shall we investigate?" She glanced at Xin with an arched brow. He may be just a child, but he was still her Chosen, and in the end, all decisions about their course were his.
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Xin
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Post by Xin on Jan 15, 2017 0:37:53 GMT -8
Continued down the road for a while until Sione mentioned the presence of a town and slowed to a halt just as the road began to branch off in another direction. Gaze turning down the road – peering off into the distance the road appeared to be somewhat more rugged than the one that they had been traveling. Though she did not outright say which direction they would take, he followed her gaze down the unbeaten path. The prospect of a village however was too good to pass out so he offered a slight nod. A town was their original destination after all one or the other seemed to make little difference. ”Let’s go to the village.” hopefully it would give him a chance to resupply also sleeping in an actual be would be a nice change from the ground that he had began to grow accustomed to, he turned and began down the unbeaten path. ”Hopefully there is a blacksmith.” he began to ponder the things they might need – he had run out of pellets afterall and would need to get more of them made. ”And a bakery.” he commented almost as if an afterthought. It had been some time since he had had any sweets as well. Sione did not require food for substance but it was a shame since cake always tasted better with a friend.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2017 10:40:12 GMT -8
"Very well." Sticking close to Xin, Sione led him down the road and toward the village.
<Exit to Sugar Hollow>
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 8:38:03 GMT -8
After several moments, perhaps a minute, of listening to the crackling fire in silence Faylen would heave a heavy sigh, and turn her distraught expression up to look to Gothmog.
"... what shall I do?" she asks, her voice exceptionally quiet and soft, but it's apparent she's still upset.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jan 30, 2017 14:04:07 GMT -8
"I honestly don't know. You're welcome to travel with me until you figure it out if you like."
This was said far quieter than the orc usually spoke as he too gazed at the fire. Weren't too many safe places for a vampire to go to, especially one that had difficulty controlling her urges. He could keep her under check though, she was not as formidable as he was for certain.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 14:25:06 GMT -8
Noah walked down a secluded stretch of the open road, appearing nothing more then a simple traveler. He did not seem to carry any weapons, though he most definitely had some concealed upon his person; He also did not wear anything that suggested he was much more than a simple traveler, meaning no armor or other related gear. Instead, he wore rather mundane clothes.
He would approach a wooded area near the road wherein he would raise a letter above his head and wait.
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Legion Master Zhax
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In jail.
Roleplay posts: 105
Age: 24 Years
Physical Description: Avian yet Reptilian
5' 3" tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on right side of neck
Clothes and Equipment: Light torso and leg plate armor
Dual 12" daggers
Hook and rope
Neurotoxin blow dart gun
Pots of flammable oil, and toxic gas
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Oct 3, 2015 11:16:18 GMT -8
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Post by Legion Master Zhax on Jan 30, 2017 19:29:36 GMT -8
Noah walked down a secluded stretch of the open road, appearing nothing more then a simple traveler. He did not seem to carry any weapons, though he most definitely had some concealed upon his person; He also did not wear anything that suggested he was much more than a simple traveler, meaning no armor or other related gear. Instead, he wore rather mundane clothes. He would approach a wooded area near the road wherein he would raise a letter above his head and wait. To most people, the road through the woods seemed empty, and for good reason. This area was known to be a prime area for raiders and bandits alike, and @noah was looking for them specifically. Scouts were already along these roads, looking for caravans and also potentially the taker for their bounty. @noah might notice the movement of something in the greenery after he presented the proper technique to signal he was to partake after the bounty, one of the Legion's scouts dashed away to alert their leader. However, it would be a while before he could arrive, at least he knew his message was recieved. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 21:57:44 GMT -8
Noah would wait patiently as he saw the creature scurry away. He had in fact seen the ambushers hidden in the underbrush quite a while ago, as he was able to see their life essences directly through the foliage.
Noah lowered the parchment he held over his head now as he waited for them to return. It seemed they were getting someone of more importance than a couple scouts looking out for passing travelers.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 6:11:14 GMT -8
To travel in the company of her friend, someone who had looked out for her after saving her life. The idea was a comforting one, but there was the fear of the unknown. And despite how she relished in the thought of traveling further with him, she didn't want to be a burden... after all, she had surely tested his patience the whole time prior when he was trying to break her out of the nobility shell.
"... if you wouldn't mind my company," she murmurs, casting her stare to the flames once again. "I... I feel more certain around you, Gothmog. I really do."
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Legion Master Zhax
Dedicated
In jail.
Roleplay posts: 105
Age: 24 Years
Physical Description: Avian yet Reptilian
5' 3" tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on right side of neck
Clothes and Equipment: Light torso and leg plate armor
Dual 12" daggers
Hook and rope
Neurotoxin blow dart gun
Pots of flammable oil, and toxic gas
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Oct 3, 2015 11:16:18 GMT -8
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Post by Legion Master Zhax on Jan 31, 2017 6:44:20 GMT -8
Noah would wait patiently as he saw the creature scurry away. He had in fact seen the ambushers hidden in the underbrush quite a while ago, as he was able to see their life essences directly through the foliage. Noah lowered the parchment he held over his head now as he waited for them to return. It seemed they were getting someone of more importance than a couple scouts looking out for passing travelers. After more or less of an hour, a rather large group of beings were on approach, roughly 50 of them consisting of Gnolls, Kobolds, Goblins and other uncivilized, lesser "wildlands" races. Eventually the front group of them were able to see @noah and raised their weapons, but remembered how they were here to not attack anyone. All of these creatures looked dirty and barbaric with their shoddy gear, but still exhibited a proper way to communicate and a ranking system. From the center of this warband emerged what appeared to be the leader, a rather stocky Kiggy, flanked by three higher ranking and better equipped troops on each side. He had the rest stay back as he navigated the woodland floor to get within speaking distance of @noah. He had a cloth wrap going around the top of his head and under his chin, presumably to treat some injury. "You teh man who's gonna be after the punk's 'ead?!?" He shouted, still closing the distance between the assassin as they pushed through the natural underbrush. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2017 12:57:51 GMT -8
The assassin would remain rather calm it seemed as the creature approached him, as he regarded the individual before him as nothing more than some creature. Indeed, perhaps even the slightest ghost of a smile in contempt could be detected upon his face. Either way he would respond, his voice a stark contrast to the outlaw's rough tone and accent,
"Yes, that would be me. I have some questions regarding your bounty. First of all, I am going to need some more details, as in the location of this boy, and a description of him, if you can provide it."
With that done Noah would cross his arms, waiting for a response.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Feb 7, 2017 17:10:36 GMT -8
Gothmog stopped and thought about her words, finally shrugging and lighting another torch.
"Then come on, and stop with the sentimental crap, or this trip will be unbearable, it's a few weeks left of walking and prolonged weeping makes me nauseous."
He said this with a wicked looking grin on his face, interpretation of which was entirely up to Faylen.
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