Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24 
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Apr 1, 2017 18:36:27 GMT -8
Having made his way on the road once more, Andres found himself sitting before a campfire, a hearty helping of boar meat slowly being roasted over the roaring flames. Seated along a moss-riddled log, he'd slowly turn the roasting-spit in a clockwise manner, watching his food steadily browning as his eyes remain upon the crackling embers. Taking in a deep breath, he would seem to be lost in the simplistic process of preparing his food, though he had to remain alert to his surroundings. A small pillar of smoke rose upward from his position along the dirt-trodden road, off to the side in a field of grass and surrounded by boulders and large rocks aplenty. The stark smell of cooking meat would be bound to drive wayward travelers forth, or potentially starving animals, and bandits.
Even so, he welcomed the challenge, a grim smile forming upon his face as he takes a large chunk out of his kill, and chews upon it. Mulling over the possibilities, he remains wary, blackened tattoo's riddling his left and right arms in an intricate manner.
"It's just a matter of time, I suppose." He murmurs.
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Aery
Established
Nomadic
Roleplay posts: 12 
Age: 20
Physical Description: A young woman bearing cropped, lavender locks, and irises of a sort of aquamarine hue. Her frame might be described as diminutive and a tad stocky, standing at a height of 5'2", and holding something of a fairly-endowed figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Spectacles, a standard, baby blue tunic, maroon skirt, and leather sandals adorn this woman, accompanied by a variety of satchels and viles stowed upon a belt along her waist and front.
Player's online availability : Online through-out the day, though majorly on weekends. Message for my discord, if you'd like to arrange dates and the like.
Registered: Apr 1, 2017 12:12:57 GMT -8
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Post by Aery on Apr 1, 2017 18:48:43 GMT -8
Worn, dust-dulled boots sluggishly padded down the dirt-trodden road, of which's surroundings'd begun to dim; their occupant's eyes lidding to a degree upon the sight and scent of smoke, as well as the faint traces of firelight that appeared to trace the otherwise-matte rock surface's many crevices. Regardless of its foreboding appearance, the chillingly cool woman proceeded to exit the darkness, her shadow likely cast back as the grove of sorts, though with slight caution, was entered.
A flick of crimson irises would be cast over the scene before her person, its assumed resident addressed after several moments by the means of his form's observation, and various, though incoherent murmurs. However, such were swiftly replaced with a clear greeting, and the loosening of her guard - if she'd been given no reason to act otherwise.
".. Cozy set-up you've got here. I hate to impose, though you appear to be of the only civilized life, I assume, in the area."
The brief sentence would be followed by the stowing of hands within her cloak's confines and a curt exhale, before her speech resumed. "Care for some company?"
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Apr 1, 2017 19:01:02 GMT -8
Stirring from his small stupor, the young man, cloaked in black attire would shift toward the direction of subtle noise encroaching upon his area. He comes to a slow rise, the sheathed weaponry sidled beside him on the log being scooped up within a single large hand. He does not make the effort to unsheathe the weapon from its leather home, but his eyebrows gently knit together as the red irises of the approaching woman brings about an air of caution. Despite his reckless thoughts on having danger approach him, he appears decisively nervous, unsure what to make of them as she inquires as to whether she may rest along with him. Looking around slowly, he would make his way toward them, figuring that closing in on the distance between them would only benefit him, rather than do harm. He was a close-range fighter after all, so having to deal with distance would certainly spell for trouble, if she preferred that range of combat.
"...Are you daft? You can not fool me, you have the eyes of a Demon! I've traveled too long to have my journey ended by the likes of you, witch!"
The words spill from his mouth with ease, and within moments, his left hand would clasp along the hilt of his weaponry! The standard-sized broadsword would 'sing' from its sheathe as he removes it within a fluid motion. The cold-steel ore infused within the sword did well to dispel magical properties, though outside of that, there was no assured sign of it being a 'special' weapon. But what made it so dangerous was not what it was comprised of, but rather his quick movements! His right boot impacts the ground with a resounding 'thud', small amounts of debris expel from beneath him as he surges forth. Akin to being launched bodily, he barely hovers over the ground as he proceeds to leap toward the woman, in an attempt to slash at her chest with a diagonal strike! Beginning from her right shoulder, the weapon would threaten to dig into her flesh, provided she was slow to react!
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Aery
Established
Nomadic
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 20
Physical Description: A young woman bearing cropped, lavender locks, and irises of a sort of aquamarine hue. Her frame might be described as diminutive and a tad stocky, standing at a height of 5'2", and holding something of a fairly-endowed figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Spectacles, a standard, baby blue tunic, maroon skirt, and leather sandals adorn this woman, accompanied by a variety of satchels and viles stowed upon a belt along her waist and front.
Player's online availability : Online through-out the day, though majorly on weekends. Message for my discord, if you'd like to arrange dates and the like.
Registered: Apr 1, 2017 12:12:57 GMT -8
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Post by Aery on Apr 1, 2017 19:12:24 GMT -8
The nomad remained unflinching, though the man's travel, as a weapon appeared to remain within his grasps, would cause hints of scrutiny to tinge her otherwise-blank features.
A whir of metal, and her company would find his target crumbling into a mound of dirt, no signs of the figure that previously stood before him present - at the very least, until yet another set of boots tread forth and unto his plot, their bearer identical to that of the last set. Her lips motioned to speak, expression having transitioned to that of mild insult. "I've the eyes of no one but my parents.. I'd say that you're the daft of us two, if you're so quick to strike."
The woman'd remain at a safe distance, his blade regarded with mild discretion, "I don't intend to end anyone, and I've yet to.. Thus, I'll ask again. Would you care for company, or ought I search for less hostile folk?"
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Apr 1, 2017 19:27:05 GMT -8
There was a moment of bafflement as Andres immediately winds up scouring the dirt where the woman once stood, skidding along the terrain as he looks around in mild alarm. He struggles to discern what had just happened, but he was positive that the woman did not dodge his strikes! He tries to discern the nature of the oddity, though he could only assume she could either teleport, or had the ability to use magic in some form. His weapon lowers briefly as he peers up at the woman, who had evidently perched upon one of the larger boulders nearby. His weapon rides itself upon his shoulder, scrutinizing the oddity as he releases a heavy sigh from his lips. His left hand crackles with latent energy for a brief moment, but he perhaps thinks better of it.
". . .So be it, then. I'll hear you out if you're not looking for a fight, or to try robbing me. Take a seat, and we may converse, if that's what you're actually here to do. Most travelers are never friendly, and I've learned not to trust anyone on my travels. If I were you, I'd remain alert as well, or you'll find yourself lying where my sword just struck." He states quietly, plopping back down upon the log with a somewhat disgruntled expression.
..He doesn't like the idea of missing his target, but it was an enlightening, if not brief moment of battle. Keeping his blade notably unsheathed, it remains positioned beside him, his left wrist balancing the pommel as he looks upon her readily. "...My name is Andres, whom might you be, and why are you trekking all the way out here? And more importantly, what are you?"
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Aery
Established
Nomadic
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 20
Physical Description: A young woman bearing cropped, lavender locks, and irises of a sort of aquamarine hue. Her frame might be described as diminutive and a tad stocky, standing at a height of 5'2", and holding something of a fairly-endowed figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Spectacles, a standard, baby blue tunic, maroon skirt, and leather sandals adorn this woman, accompanied by a variety of satchels and viles stowed upon a belt along her waist and front.
Player's online availability : Online through-out the day, though majorly on weekends. Message for my discord, if you'd like to arrange dates and the like.
Registered: Apr 1, 2017 12:12:57 GMT -8
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Post by Aery on Apr 1, 2017 19:49:32 GMT -8
The "oddity" proceeded to chuckle at "Andres'" disgruntled sight, as he was to be introduced but a few moments afterwards. Her own gaze appeared to trail over the scene, as if for the first time, in place of the clone that'd suffered from her rather anxious host's violent greeting.
"You'd be on the ground if I were looking to harm you, boy - and, sending a doll in my place, as you've witnessed, is cautionary enough to discern whether I ought to approach or not." She'd retort. A slight scoff sounding, as if offended by his doubt in her defensive, as well as offensive capabilities. Her gaze, however, would only continue to bore into his seated person. Her own made to shift in-order to remain comfortable in her loose, distant positioning.
".. And, mine's Elizabeth. I'd say that, from the looks of it, I'm nothing more than a human looking to travel, and potentially settle where ever I may find suitable." Her response followed by a request of sorts. "I'd like to ask the same of you, actually."
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Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:20:19 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2017 20:00:34 GMT -8
At the old burnt out wagon, the bandits return the next day to recover what loot remained, and hopefully find @mirssa's body. They take what little valuables survived the flames of the cart, then began to scour the surrounding underbrush and forest for their fallen captain. With enough searching, they found their deceased captain in a bush. @mirssa was lain out on her back, facing towards the sky. Her eyes were shut, she looked about as peaceful as she ever had when she was living. Her head rested upon a bundle of leaves, her left arm down resting at her side, and her right arm partially outstretched away from her torso, as if she was reaching for something. Her sword was nowhere to be found, and the bow on her back had snapped and was beyond repair, the rest of her gear was rather undamaged and salvageable. The shaman with the group of bandits looked to the magic of scrying to determine her cause of death, it became prevalent she died upon hitting the ground, the blunt trauma ending her life force. After removing any tools or remain weapons from @mirssa's cold body, the shaman began to partially freeze her in time, keeping the body from decomposing over the days. Two bandits went to carry their comrade. One gathered the lifeless gnoll under her armpits and lifted, letting her arms droop down and her head sag to the side, while the other hoisted her up by the feet. She might be dead, but she had died fighting, and was also the victor. The troops would be saddened to see her officially dead, but it was better to find her corpse and know her story than leave her to rot. The other fallen warriors were taken with as well. They were all taken away back to the camp, only leaving the wreckage behind, and the new scouts along the road, under Nat'ia's command. |
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Apr 1, 2017 20:04:59 GMT -8
"I'd be the one on the ground? I can't say I'd find that likely, but you don't strike me as someone that would be an entertaining fight. You look a bit on the 'soft' side of things, and being a woman certainly does not help your case. What I'm doing out here is a bit simpler, I suppose...I'm out here to travel, and find artifacts and the like scattered along the world. Most of the time, I'm stuck doing odd jobs that give pathetic wages, and struggle to make it through the days. It's a real lavish lifestyle, I assure you."
He comes to a slow stand, dusting his somewhat tattered clothing off as his eyes shift toward the horizon. The nearest down would take a few weeks of travel to make, but he was not in a particular rush to begin with. His attention soon drifts toward the aloof woman who deems herself 'Elizabeth', gesturing towards the fire.
"Don't be shy after a mere swing of a blade, though. If you're so confident, you're welcome to sit near the flames. You have a rather quirky attitude for someone on the road - perhaps I could acquire a job through you, if you can afford it. Surely you're intelligent enough to discern that having an extra hand on your travels would benefit you, no?" He inquires, tilting his head gently.
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Aery
Established
Nomadic
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 20
Physical Description: A young woman bearing cropped, lavender locks, and irises of a sort of aquamarine hue. Her frame might be described as diminutive and a tad stocky, standing at a height of 5'2", and holding something of a fairly-endowed figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Spectacles, a standard, baby blue tunic, maroon skirt, and leather sandals adorn this woman, accompanied by a variety of satchels and viles stowed upon a belt along her waist and front.
Player's online availability : Online through-out the day, though majorly on weekends. Message for my discord, if you'd like to arrange dates and the like.
Registered: Apr 1, 2017 12:12:57 GMT -8
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Post by Aery on Apr 1, 2017 20:26:25 GMT -8
A hand sluggishly withdrawn from her side, an index finger and thumb would meet, only to flick forth - the shifting of rocks able to be heard and seen, before a sizable boulder teetered forth, and fell into the secluded area's entryway. Thus, the woman's hand would rest itself beneath her chin, serving as a means of support as she spoke. "You're correct, there's nothing entertaining about trickery, or death by the crushing weight of rocks.. And, from the looks of your current residence, I'm sure that it is."
Elizabeth would shake her head at the gesture, her rather heavy cloak made to further cling to her person.
"I'm sure that it's comfortable down there, but I think that I'll give it an hour before trusting you in such close proximity. I imagine that you're able to tell, at the very least, that I'm no melee fighter."
The mention of work and her being the contractor of such would incite the quirking of a single brow, though the attention drawn to payment and the like would inspire a faint, though mischievous smirk to make itself apparent upon her features. "I do well enough financially, though I can say the same for plenty of other fields. I could say the same for you in-terms of needing an extra hand, though. You're bound to have your own weaknesses.. Why ought I compensate you, for what's likely a mutual exchange?"
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Apr 1, 2017 20:35:45 GMT -8
"Well, for one, I've done plenty fine on my own, and I've already discerned how to survive out here. I do not need extra hands to see me to the next city, or even new continents itself, if I aspire to. I may be confident in my abilities, but I am not arrogant - I know that I am not doing as well as I could be, and you seem more than well-off. Compared to one another, I am the one in more need, even if it is strictly monetary in that fashion. And you are not a melee fighter, as you've said. Things lurk along these lands that can resist magic, and if someone got the better of you, you wouldn't be able to cast magic quick enough."
Negotiations appear to go under-way in a brief instance, posing along his log as his leg is drawn up. Resting his arms upon it, his onyx pupils seem to reflect the orange-red flames that lick the wood, and catch the remains of the boar that he's killed and picked clean already. He studies the young woman as she adjusts her cloak, though he's soon shifting his attention to the surrounding area, and then the skies.
"You won't make it far without resistance, and what I ask for won't be too extravagant. I could use some armor, clothing, and some new weaponry, more or less. So how about it? I'll take you to the nearest town, and I will do as you ask of me. I am humble enough to know that I do require aid at times....Elizabeth. Just name your task, and consider it done, I've come from all lines of work, and there's little I will not do, provided the pay is sufficient. Some would frown upon that, but I am merely hungry for success...and gold." He states, a beast-like grin forming upon his features as the flames don't help the image of his somewhat questionable mindset.
Even so, he seems nice enough, if not polite.
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Aery
Established
Nomadic
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 20
Physical Description: A young woman bearing cropped, lavender locks, and irises of a sort of aquamarine hue. Her frame might be described as diminutive and a tad stocky, standing at a height of 5'2", and holding something of a fairly-endowed figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Spectacles, a standard, baby blue tunic, maroon skirt, and leather sandals adorn this woman, accompanied by a variety of satchels and viles stowed upon a belt along her waist and front.
Player's online availability : Online through-out the day, though majorly on weekends. Message for my discord, if you'd like to arrange dates and the like.
Registered: Apr 1, 2017 12:12:57 GMT -8
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Post by Aery on Apr 1, 2017 20:50:13 GMT -8
"I've been away from home for quite awhile.. I'm plenty aware of how to survive, Andres. I've conflicted with plenty of your likes, and far more savage creatures. You're not the first to offer such services, nor're you likely to be the last." The woman, though in a rather lax tone, would state. Her features tinged by the flames that almost seemed to reflect from their porcelain complexion, and crimson irises highlighted by such. From the looks of it, she was by no means meek, nor did she appear to take too kindly to such, even if her impression of the statement were false.
Elizabeth's own gaze failed to remove itself from the figure below, though it remained dispassionate. Mere curiosity, and vague amusement beheld within the pair.
"I'm sorry to say that I don't carry much of my fortune with me, though, I suppose that I could share what I do have in exchange for what you can offer. It's not as if there's much to be exchanged in such rural areas, regardless of that." The woman affirmed, whilst her lips, however slightly, appeared to further the opacity of the smirk held upon them.
"I'll be glad to test you limits, then."
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Nat'ia
Committed
Stealin' valuables
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 22 Years
Physical Description: Mostly Reptilian features yet somewhat Avian
5' tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on left shoulder
Clothes and Equipment: Discolored light leather armor
A beat up Wooden buckler
Javelins, 4 total
Balanced Machete with some wear and tear along the blade.
Player's online availability : Eh
Registered: Oct 6, 2015 16:42:15 GMT -8
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Post by Nat'ia on Apr 1, 2017 21:00:54 GMT -8
Nat'ia was quite nervous since she was told to take @mirssa's position, who had died recently out here. She hoped her fate wouldn't end the same, because she was better prepared. With about 25 of her fellow compatriots with her (about double the amount @mirssa had) and the better equipment, she knew that would help bridge the gap of experience that her previous captain had. Her troops stalked the side of the road, easily concealed by the darkness of night and the thickness of the forest. In the distance, they caught the flicker of a fire down the road, a potential campsite. They began to creep towards orange light, still quite far away as to they could not directly see the fire or any figures around it, as there was much underbrush and trunks blocking their view. ( Jin, Aery.)
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Apr 1, 2017 21:13:20 GMT -8
"Test my limits, eh? Well, I do always welcome a challenge, provided it's worth the effort to do so. We'll play this by ear, then..I have no reason to try harming you, as long as you aren't out for my neck, or my belongings. So, Elizabeth..What task would you like performed first, provided you offer me some of the payment now? We still have weeks of travel to endure in order to reach some of the major towns, but villages are close by. For the time being, it would be best to be on the move." He states quietly, allowing himself a few more sweeps across the immediate area. Finding little that would bring about some sense of alertness, he would proceed to quell the fire to some degree, sweeping dirt and debris over the roaring flames, and stifling them to the point where the flames severely lessened, but remained lit.
Unknown to the young, aspiring man, a small horde laid far off in the distance, presumably scoping them out from afar, and bound to follow their travel route over the course of the next few days.
The young man notably sheathes his blade at last, strapping it to his person as he shoots Elizabeth a small grin. "Sound good?"
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Aery
Established
Nomadic
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 20
Physical Description: A young woman bearing cropped, lavender locks, and irises of a sort of aquamarine hue. Her frame might be described as diminutive and a tad stocky, standing at a height of 5'2", and holding something of a fairly-endowed figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Spectacles, a standard, baby blue tunic, maroon skirt, and leather sandals adorn this woman, accompanied by a variety of satchels and viles stowed upon a belt along her waist and front.
Player's online availability : Online through-out the day, though majorly on weekends. Message for my discord, if you'd like to arrange dates and the like.
Registered: Apr 1, 2017 12:12:57 GMT -8
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Post by Aery on Apr 1, 2017 21:47:50 GMT -8
The youth's eyes would lid to a degree, though she'd nod in agreement to her newfound company's suggestion; rising, at that, and finally descending from her distant positioning with a single leap. The ground below would rise to a degree upon her motioning in-order to lessen the distance, and eventual impact of her landing, only to step just before and around the fire, and stop before the man. His dimly-lit features would be offered a curt, though rather condescending glance-over, before the small grin was to be rather uncharacteristically returned.
"Fine by me.. Though, in terms of payment, I think that we ought to wait until reaching the nearest village. It's not as if you'll be able to use it in any manner until then, anyways."
Thus, his person would be motioned forth, a single palm swept from beneath her cloak as it came alight with a dull, though strong enough glow to light within a few feets' radius.
"Let's be off now, then. Better to be tired and fall into an inn's bed, than to be slightly less-so, sore, and spiteful due to the restlessness provided by the earth's makeshift bedding. It doesn't enjoy being lain upon."
Elizabeth was similarly unaware of the horde approaching - however, it was never wise to lurk too far out of society's clutches, lest one'd been raised outside of such. She not being one of such savage folk, it was likely to be a more suitable, comfortable, and generally safe route to continue their travel until, and potentially after dawn struck.
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Apr 1, 2017 22:08:25 GMT -8
Andres found his new traveling companion to be a bit eccentric, but he could tell she had an odd relationship with the nature around her. Even as she fell downward, the very earth would distort in order to safely catch her descent, which his sharp vision picks up in subtle detail. His oddly yellow eyes shift along her person as she approaches, mixed with both intrigue and caution as he comes to an eventual rise. Attaching his blade to his waist, he would offer a solemn nod of his head, his boot shifting along the sandy terrain in order to properly douse the flames in its entirety. With smoke still rising up in their old camp site, he would gather what meager belongings he acquired, and set the duo off upon the road.
"There's a village nearby. We'll spend a night or two there, before heading off. We can gather some supplies and discuss further business there, but for now, it's imperative we get moving." He states, gesturing for her to remain by his side, rather than before him, or behind him. Clearly, their trust was newly fledged, and it would remain tense between the two until they worked upon cementing the bonds that were forming between them!
..It was going to be a long journey, but danger was already looming over-head.
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Aery
Established
Nomadic
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 20
Physical Description: A young woman bearing cropped, lavender locks, and irises of a sort of aquamarine hue. Her frame might be described as diminutive and a tad stocky, standing at a height of 5'2", and holding something of a fairly-endowed figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Spectacles, a standard, baby blue tunic, maroon skirt, and leather sandals adorn this woman, accompanied by a variety of satchels and viles stowed upon a belt along her waist and front.
Player's online availability : Online through-out the day, though majorly on weekends. Message for my discord, if you'd like to arrange dates and the like.
Registered: Apr 1, 2017 12:12:57 GMT -8
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Post by Aery on Apr 1, 2017 22:18:36 GMT -8
The woman appeared to carry little, and thus, while motioned to remain at his side, she'd remain a meager, though definitive few strides ahead. Boots busied themselves with traversing down the worn road, as her company's were likely to do the same, and glowing irises cast the occasional glance back.
"Mmh, sounds good to me." She'd simply murmur, every once and awhile, almost appearing to be carried by a wave-like motion of the terrain below, of which was likely to set off Andres' footing.
It was indeed going to be, or at the very least, feel as if they were to spend weeks on the road, if the woman intended to do so without much rest. However, the pressing was hopefully to be worthwhile as, after their few days of travel, they were to arrive.. That is, if left uninterrupted.
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Kelt the Gael
Established
Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 30
Physical Description: Kelt stands 6'0 and weighs 190 lbs. Like most Gaels of his homeland he is a strong, well-built man. He has long, dark brown hair and dark green eyes set upon a tanned face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kelt wears a light mail hauberk to protect vital areas on his torso and thighs. A combination of fur and leather materials make up his fingerless gloves, traveling boots, and coat. A tattered brown cloak drapes down from both shoulders, adequate to protect him from the elements.
Kelt carries a wooden round shield reinforced with iron, which protects him well enough against conventional attacks.
The Gael's preferred weapon is a greatsword, although he also carries a hand-axe to use alongside his shield. He wields a basic hunting bow and a few arrows, and while it's capable of felling a man, he mostly uses it for hunting.
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Registered: Dec 6, 2015 7:20:35 GMT -8
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Post by Kelt the Gael on Apr 2, 2017 4:23:52 GMT -8
A sense of relief passed through Kelt's mind as he passed by tilled fields. Civilization, he thought to himself, nearly dozing off. There could be farmers and other folk up ahead who might offer him a place of respite. But fate a sense of humor, and so offered the weary rider a frightened scream rather than a warm welcome. As soon as he heard the screams Kelt woke from his half-daze and urged his horse down the road quickly. He could barely see what all the fuss was about but rode hard anyway. No doubt the perpetrators would see him coming, so as he started to come into proximity of the farmhouse he would dismount hastily. He had done this many times, dismounting in a quick fashion while urging his horse in a separate direction: away from the action. If there was a fence, hay bale, or any other fixture around he would take cover behind it. In his haste to dismount he would grab his bow and quiver of arrows from the saddle. His shield, sword, and axe remained sheathed for the moment. He drew an arrow from its quiver and knocked it onto his string, then drew it and aimed it at the commotion as he yelled out "what's going on here?" ( Alden Marshal) |
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Apr 2, 2017 9:56:06 GMT -8
(A tale as old as... - Kelt the Gael)The sight that greets Kelt might not be a surprise if the man had a great deal of experience, a group of rough men in leather armor wielding cudgels and even a crude sword are terrorizing the farmstead. A man lay in a widening pool of blood on the dirt his skull cracked by a cudgel. Two women were screaming as four men had them pinned to the ground tearing at their clothes. The sound of more men come from inside the house as it is looted. It was a bandit raid plain and simple, there were likely children hiding somewhere as the eldest daughter and matriarch struggled and the father lay more than likely dead. Kelt's shout was perhaps a poor choice considering the superior numbers of the men, there were at least five. The four visible outside and at least one more in the farmstead and the ones holding the girls look up as the woman continue to kick and struggle one distracted momentarily as he gets his in the leg by a flailing limb. Dark eyes find The Gael and one of the men speaks to the well armored would be hero. "Ain't none of yer business stranger. Jus' keep walking an' we'll ferget you disturbed us." They outnumbered Kelt and could likely take him in open confrontation, through sheer force of numbers so the man's voice sounds arrogant and sure. |
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Kelt the Gael
Established
Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 30
Physical Description: Kelt stands 6'0 and weighs 190 lbs. Like most Gaels of his homeland he is a strong, well-built man. He has long, dark brown hair and dark green eyes set upon a tanned face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kelt wears a light mail hauberk to protect vital areas on his torso and thighs. A combination of fur and leather materials make up his fingerless gloves, traveling boots, and coat. A tattered brown cloak drapes down from both shoulders, adequate to protect him from the elements.
Kelt carries a wooden round shield reinforced with iron, which protects him well enough against conventional attacks.
The Gael's preferred weapon is a greatsword, although he also carries a hand-axe to use alongside his shield. He wields a basic hunting bow and a few arrows, and while it's capable of felling a man, he mostly uses it for hunting.
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Registered: Dec 6, 2015 7:20:35 GMT -8
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Post by Kelt the Gael on Apr 2, 2017 10:17:22 GMT -8
"That bastard owed me a debt!" Kelt filled his voice with false anger, directed at the incapacitated farmer. To many to fight at once, he thought, gotta play this smart. His strategy now was to play along with the raiders.
He relaxed the bow and put the arrow back in its quiver. He shrugged as he casually walked closer to the scene. "Dead or alive, that farmer still owes me," he said to the bandits, kicking some dust on the farmer's body. "Maybe a daughter will do... or two."
Kelt pointed in the direction of a nearby barn. "There's a hidden storage room below that barn. I reckon his other daughters are hiding there. Wanna check it out?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:20:19 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2017 10:22:08 GMT -8
A lone figure could be seen trudging along the dirt road, struggling to just put one foot in front of the other. Then again, it was always a struggle. The man's eyes were watching the road as it passed beneath his feet, hardly paying a mind to his surroundings at all. His mind was in a bit of a fog thanks to the drink in the flask that was in his hand - sadly, it was growing thin. His other hand held his satchel over his shoulder, bearing his few possessions in this world.
To any that might see him, he certainly looked like a man dying to be put out of his misery.
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