Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135 
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Nov 25, 2017 21:18:31 GMT -8
Khepri Roxanne FletcherNoticing the pair were coming over to him he decided to go back to tending the fire. Kaine could've sworn he had seen a full array of feathers and gold adorning the one on the right yet once they were close he could tell that she was just wearing a plain cloak, he could sense there was something a bit off about her, a magical aura of sorts, yet he could not quite put his finger on exactly what it was. For now he just decided to let it be and ask them about what he had called them over for in the first place. Once they had come within talking distance he called over to them "Hello there, sorry to bother you two but could you give me some directions to Isra? The sign over there is awfully faded and I couldn't make sense of it," after a second he added "Of course you are welcome to sit by the fire and join me for dinner, if you aren't in too much of a rush. They most certainly didn't look like bandits or otherwise unsavory folks, Kaine mused. Although the one on the left with blonde hair, seemed to know her way around a sword and bow, and was dressed in armor, she seemed to be more like hired protection than a robber.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Nov 26, 2017 11:16:42 GMT -8
Roxanne blushed, turning away from Khepri to eat her candy in peace. She'd never quite gotten used to the teasing about how she ate lollipops, and usually reacted by smacking whoever was teasing her. Back home, her friend Dixie would make incessant comments about how her mouth was wasted on candy, and her cousin Robert would always snicker and make jokes about how she "definitely didn't learn how to do that on candy". Roxanne had gotten quite tired of it, but she still liked sugary crystallized cherry syrup, so she put up with the comments.
When Khepri pointed out the man with the fire, Roxanne frowned, squinting at the figure in the road. He looked harmless enough, but so did a lot of robbers and axe murderers. Was this how Khepri was going to be, walking headfirst into dangerous situations, just assuming that Roxanne would handle it? She turned, about to chastise the chimera, to tell her that her golden wings would undoubtedly prove to be a tempting prize for any robber...but when she looked, the wings were no more.
"K-khepri, where did your wings go? And your, uh, talons? You look so...um...ordinary."
Of course, Khepri was anything but ordinary, and Roxanne had to admit to herself that the woman was indeed quite attractive, even without the angel wings. Still, at least she would look like less of a target for robbery, although that didn't make her any less of a target. At least Roxanne was wearing armor, and had a sword. When the man called out to them, she looked up, immediately suspicious.
"Isra? It's south...go down the road until you find the big tree that looks like an old woman eating a cat, then take the side path through the forest. It'll be dangerous, but if you can make it through, it'll take you right to the farmlands outside Isra in about two days. Otherwise, it's four days walk. And I suppose we could stand to stop and wait."
She glanced over at Khepri, hoping that she wouldn't do anything foolish.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Nov 26, 2017 16:55:02 GMT -8
The chimera put a very normal finger up to her very normal, but no less plump, lips. "Shh," she whispered to Roxanne as she turned to greet the man. "We would love to join you."
Sitting across from the man, she welcomed herself to the fire, stretching her hands out in front of it and warming herself. She wasn't very careful with her cloak and concealing herself, as was the way of the chimera. She never wore clothes anyway and didn't have the sense to do so.
She did exchange glances with Roxanne but huffed and chose to ignore it. "Those are morbid instructions. How do you attract any attention to yourself with such speech?" she asked her hired sword. "With your candy?" Scoffing, she turned her attention back to Kaine. "So what are you going there for? Is there something interesting in Isra that draws you there, stranger?"
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Nov 26, 2017 20:49:34 GMT -8
Kaine had already taken a seat on a log he had set up as a makeshift bench beforehand, across from the two strangers he had invited to join him. He listened intently to the armored ones description of the route, glad for the directions as they would make his life much easier tomorrow. Going the more dangerous route didn't bother Kaine too much, he was no stranger to the dangers that could be found in the wilds outside civilization, he knew how to take care of himself. Nodding he thanked Roxanne for her advice.
After the cloaked one took to warming herself by the fire he figured he should introduce himself, as it seemed they would be taking him up on his offer to stay. Turning towards Khepri he answered her question,"Ah well, I've been traveling around, visiting cities and towns all over for a while now, looking for a good place to set up shop, taking odd jobs to sustain myself in between all that." He added afterwards "Oh and my name is Kaine, Its good to meet you two," gesturing towards the stew that was cooking over the fire he said "Go ahead and help yourself, homemade rabbit stew cooked on the finest fire magic can make, I made plenty."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Nov 27, 2017 6:45:39 GMT -8
Roxanne frowned, wondering if all Khepri ever did was make little comments. If so, it would likely be a very long journey indeed. She sat down on the log beside Kaine, being sure to put herself between Khepri and the stranger in case he turned out to be a less-than-wholesome person. Turning to Khepri, she whispered softly:
"Don't worry, I get more than enough attention. Why would I want to draw any more to myself? And now that you mention it, yes, my candy does catch people's eye more often than I'd prefer."
She sucked on her lollipop for a moment before turning to Kaine, the cherry syrup staining her lips red.
"Thank you, you're awfully generous. Isra is quite a nice place to set up a shop, if that's the sort of thing you're looking for. My uncle has a shop there, and he's done quite well for himself. I suppose if you're sure you've got enough, I'll have some stew..."
Getting up, she ladled herself a bowl of the warm, fragrant stew. It seemed to be well-made, with all sorts of herbs and spices that an experienced traveler carried about for just this occasion.
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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 Nov 27, 2017 16:29:40 GMT -8
Roads are the veins of a nation they are the pathway that allows coin, goods, people, and news to circulate. These are the blood of a nation that which keeps it alive, vibrant, and going. Yet within the veins of the body there are mysteries and so to can mysteries can be found in the veins of a nation. Especially, on the outskirts far away from the heart. In those wild places that see the least blood of travel, the endless paths where roads from one nation connect to another, strange and unusual thing can happen, strange things can happen on The Open Road. We enter on a wholesome if unremarkable scene along the endless trail, three people stopped for a repast in the dwindling light of day. The stars beginning to shine the moon above its zenith. Yet, they were not to be uninterrupted this evening as another trio walks down the road. Three figures that match those at the fire in gender if nothing else, two women and a single man. Yet is that all they are? Is this to be a simple addition to an innocuous scene or is something else about to occur? "Hail and well met!" The deep boisterous baritone of the lead figure reaches Khepri, Roaxanne, and Kaine. The male is towering perhaps almost seven feet tall and clad in full plate. He wears a bassinet with the visor drawn down concealing his features at least for now. "May we join your fire? We will bring our own meat for the pot!" He questions as they get closer the other two figures resolving. One is tall and willowy in a loose cloth robe, her hood pulled up the shadows of night making her features hard to distinguish but they are feminine. An amulet around her neck declaring her the servant of some god or another. Her compatriot is clad in practical leather armor that does much to hide her feature. But long silken hair reveals her feminine nature, though she wears a mask obscuring the bottom half of her face. A warrior, a rogue, and a cleric a classic adventuring parting if ever there was one. |
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Nov 27, 2017 17:53:09 GMT -8
Khepri stared at the three and pursed her lips. One man would have been easy for both her and Roxanne to control if anything happened, but three more people in the middle of nowhere made this very difficult. Not only that but at nighttime, when she had no way to escape if things went downhill?
"... are they thieves?" she whispered, leaning over to Roxanne could hear. "At least one of them looks like a thief."
Her gaze carried to Kaine, who she tried to exchange glances with before looking back at the three.
"It's not our fire. You'd have to ask the man," she told them. "Who might you all be?"
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Nov 28, 2017 15:42:00 GMT -8
Kaine thanked Roxanne for the advice, stating "Don't worry, think of the food as payment for your helpful advice."
Kaine welcomed the new arrivals to the fire gesturing for them to add their aforementioned meat into the pot over the fire. He hadn't expected his rather small campsite to get this much attention and it was already seeming quite crowded.
He met Khepris questioning gaze with a smile before turning to the three that had come to join him, he had no qualms with others joining them for a meal, Kaine was quite and agreeable person, some would say a little naive, around others. He had grown up in a small village where everyone knew each other, and he liked to think he brought a little of that village with him wherever he travelled.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Nov 29, 2017 16:19:48 GMT -8
Roxanne frowned, eyeing up the travelers suspiciously. What could they want? Perhaps they were simple travelers, like Khepri and herself...but maybe they were up to no good. She wondered if she could handle all three of them in a fight, if it came to that. Would Kaine help her? She didn't know. However, she doubted that Khepri would.
"It's nice to meet you...I'm Roxanne. What are your names?"
Leaning over to whisper to Khepri, she added:
"I don't know, but we'll have to be careful. Don't flash any jewelry or anything like that, and don't make yourself look rich or important at all. And for goodness sake, cover yourself up with that coat. You're not really leaving a lot to the imagination there."
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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 Dec 4, 2017 14:04:18 GMT -8
"Excellent!" The warrior says when Kaine nods his assent. The man approaches the fire and settles down his leather rucksack. Reaching in he produces some animal skins which he unwraps to reveal what looks like freshly butchered meat, venison based on the hide he was using to hold it. This is added to the stew pot without a moment's hesitation. The meat would cook nicely as the water boiled adding its own flavor and richness to the meal. The warrior then plunks himself down and smiles amicably at all gathered. The rogue and the cleric join him the masked figure raising an eyebrow at the two women a hint of a playful smirk under her mask. "Thieves don't often announce themselves and offer to share food. Also, it's not nice to talk about people like they aren't standing right there, even if you are trying to be quiet. You never know who might have sharper hearing than you think." The cleric rolls her eyes as the two females settle down next to the fighter. "You'll have to forgive her, she can't resist chastising young ones such as yourself." The cleric apologizes for her friend and the teasing challenge she'd delivered. "Oh, they are just being silly wondering if we were thieves. If we were we would have just waited until they were asleep before coming in and robbing them blind." Retorts the rogue. The Fighter raises his hands at this. "Peace ladies, you'll frighten the young ones and ruin our evening." His attention turns to the three. "It's a pleasure to meet you all by the way. So, what brings you out into the wilds? Out adventuring?" |
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Dec 4, 2017 16:44:32 GMT -8
Khepri clicked her tongue at the other woman, shooting her a dirty look. Her eyes shot up at the cleric, brows slanting upward innocently. "Oh, you never know when you're a young, fragile girl just looking to get from one place to another."
She made herself slightly more comfy next to Roxanne, sticking to her purely out of discomfort toward the trio, more specifically the rogue. What a nasty sort she looked like.
Though she pretended to ignore Roxy's pleads, it was cold, and she did pull the cape over her more tightly than before. Hmph. How prudish.
"Adventuring might be part of it."
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Dec 5, 2017 22:59:45 GMT -8
Kaine listened to the trio's bickering whilst enjoying the stew, the healthy smattering of venison that the newcomers contributed filled the pot with an amicable ratio of meat. Even though he spent most his time travelling and eating dried foodstuffs with little taste, food had always been one of his weaknesses. Khepri and Roxanne Fletcher seemed to be acting more cautious around the three. More so than they had been before when it was just the three of them by the fire. Roxanne just seemed to be showing a general concern for her quarrys safety, which made sense, while Khepri maintained a sense of carefreeness that ran counter to her bemused bodyguards efforts. Ignoring the remarks of both Khepri and the Rogue he addressed the Fighter. "I can't speak for these two as we've just met and I've not asked of their destination, but as for myself I'm heading to Isra to check out the city, maybe even set up shop like I've always wanted to." He paused for a moment before going on to ask the three a question. "What of you three? You seem to have been together for a while, do you have any good stories to tell of your adventures?" |
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 6, 2017 8:14:58 GMT -8
Roxanne glanced over at Khepri as the chimera snuggled up against her. Well, at least she was close enough that Roxanne could keep her safe, although she wasn't sure that she liked exactly how snuggly Khepri was getting. Still, at least she'd covered up a bit. That was something at least, wasn't it? Looking up at the man, she nodded cautiously.
"We're traveling north, to see the snow and ice and white bears. I want to find myself a new pair of sealskin boots, mine are getting warm. How about you three, hmm? Where are you wandering off to? Got somewhere interesting in mind? Any adventures worth sharing?"
She eyed the rogue, hoping that she wouldn't try anything. She didn't like being teased, and had never trusted shady people.
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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 Dec 6, 2017 17:18:08 GMT -8
"Too many to count." The rogue says dryly when the question of whether they had any stories to tell came up. Her tone was slightly exasperated but playful, the perfect tone to suggest that while there was some general annoyance with their situation it was not serious. When the fighter responds he seems rather oblivious to this tone in her voice which might be part of the reason she has it. "Indeed!" He says cheerily gathered at all the young ones gathered. "We have been together for longer than I recall." He says jovially elbowing the cleric in the side the woman shifting slightly as the armored elbow hits her ribs. "I don't think they want to hear about how many or how long." The cleric says softly. "They want a story." The fighter laughs at his forgetfulness and nods. "Oh, of course, a story. Let's see how about the time we slew that red dragon?" He asks his companions and the rogue shakes her head. "Too generic." The fighter nods, who hadn't slain a dragon after all? "Well, what about that time we stumbled upon those nymphs and satyrs?" He asks and the cleric lets out a gasp and swats him. "Too embarrassing." That gets a laugh from the rogue and the fighter. "Fine then the story of how we slew that Rakshasa?" This finally gets a nod from both companions. "Right, well it is a short but rather amusing tale." He says clearing his voice. "We were hired to hunt down a Rakshasa who'd taken up residence in a swamp and was using his magics to enslave the local predatory wildlife to plague the town. We..." He gestures to himself and the cleric. "Were moving through the swamp when the Rakshasa came out from behind a bush. He started threatening us, waving his hands around, telling us to flee or die. Typical villainous behavior. We weren't too worried until a wyvern flew in and a gaggle of swamp trolls came out of the water around us. Our goose seemed to be cooked." At this point the rogue cuts in. "However, I had gone ahead to scout and I just so happened to be hiding in the same bush the Rakshasa had stepped out from behind. So just when he was about to sic his thralls upon these two, I popped out and cut his throat." The cleric then picks up the tale. "The poor Rakshasa looked so startled but after a moment he just keeled over and those poor animals he'd enslaved all fled." There is a round of chuckling over the shared memory from the three companions. The look on the Rakshasa's face really made the story but none of them tried to emulate it, indeed their faces were still largely obscured. |
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Dec 8, 2017 15:37:32 GMT -8
Khepri still wasn't quite relaxed, though she did her best to pretend that she was completely fine. Still, a million scenarios played out in her head of a battle between the trio and... well, her trio. She, herself, was useless, but Khepri decided Roxanne had fight in her, and this Kaine fellow, he looked as though he could pack a punch as well. Even so, it really would be a three on two fight.
Blast, thought the chimera, we're at quite a disadvantage.
As the trio beguiled them with a story of their adventures, the chimera made sure to watch them carefully, expressing appropriately with the changes in the story. "What is a Rakshasa?" she asked them, chin in palm. "I do not believe I am familiar with such an entity."
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Dec 9, 2017 21:31:03 GMT -8
Kaine was listened to the three banter, it was nice to be able to travel with companions, it brought back memories from when he used to travel along these roads with his brother by his side. He could tell once he had asked the question the three got a bit of a starry look in their eyes, as if reminiscing all the times they had had together whilst adventuring. It was a good story, and it was made better by the warmth of the fire and the hearty stew. It was a good image, the part surrounded on all sides by various animals and a maniacal madman, to just finish it with a quick dagger thrust and quick thinking by the rogue. At the stories conclusion he nodded with a smile and added, "A good story, I can almost imagine the look on the poor fools face when you surprised him." Just after Kaine addressed the three at the campfire, "Oh by the way, my name is Kaine, I haven't gotten your names yet, if you don't mind that is." Once they answered his question he would turn to the two on the opposite side of the campfire from the new arrivals "So Khepri , Roxanne Fletcher any stories that you are bursting at the seams to share with us? You seem like you two have been on the road awhile as well." |
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 12, 2017 14:44:15 GMT -8
Roxanne watched the mysterious trio, who all very clearly thought their story was quite funny indeed. However, Roxanne hadn't been there, and didn't quite get how funny the Rakshasa's face had been. A little bit of the tale was lost in the retelling, it seemed. When Kaine asked if she had any stories, she hesitated a moment before answering.
"I haven't got any stories with her. I've been on the road for a while, yes, but I've only been traveling with her for a day or so. On my own, though...I've got a few. Most are pretty boring, I just follow monsters or criminals around for a while and hit them over the head...but I've got a couple interesting ones."
She sat back, stretching for a moment before continuing. What tale should she tell? The one about the swamp witch? No, not for this crowd. The one about the rats in the basement? Too boring.
"One time, last fall...I found myself wandering through a small village. I don't recall exactly why I was there, probably to claim some small-change bounty on a wolf or something. Anyways, it was about the right season for squash, so I decided to take a walk through the farms and see if any of the farmers would sell me one for dinner. As I was walking through, I saw this group of kids. Such a strange group, too. One of them held a blanket, another was absolutely filthy, and yet another had the roundest head I'd ever seen...and their dog. Ugh, the dog...a black-and-white demon. As soon as I got close, it noticed me and growled at me. The kids shouted at me to go away, so I left...but as I went, I heard them chanting. I looked back, they were performing some kind of...ritual. Trying to raise some kind of pumpkin god. It was creepy. I left, and stayed in an inn overnight...when I woke up in the morning, the town was in chaos. Something, I don't know what, had come out of the pumpkin fields and ransacked a barn. Every horse inside had been devoured, it was...it was awful to see. The tracks weren't like anything I'd ever seen, it looked almost like a ball, or maybe even a pumpkin, dragging itself along with vines. They led right back to the pumpkin field, and when everyone got there, they found...oh, it was awful, they found one of the local children. Sacrificed, by the looks of it. Heart torn out and everything. It was so sad, they said he was such a sweet boy. Musical prodigy, too. Only ever wanted to play music...the townsfolk wanted me to go find the monster, to hunt it down, but I knew that the trail would lead back to those kids. I didn't know if I could hunt children, so I ran away. I left that town, and never returned. I'm not proud of it, and I don't know what happened after I did...but I've never been able to eat a pumpkin since then."
She shuddered, remembering the gory scene in the barn and in the pumpkin field.
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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 Dec 13, 2017 12:05:25 GMT -8
"A Rakshasa is a demon that takes the form of a tiger standing on two legs." The Cleric answers Khepri's question in a gentle voice. Her tone sounding slightly matronly as she addresses the point of ignorance. Not that she was looking down on the woman, just that she was pleased to share her knowledge. Kain provides his name and the fighter speaks. "A pleasure to meet you and might I say that we are quite grateful that you three have shared your fire with us this night." The rogue inclines her head at this. "Indeed, it is nice not to have to cook." The cleric tsks at the rogue. "Oh, like you ever cook at all." It appears as though this is the extent of their answer and while it might have been overlooked the first time it was now obvious that they were not going to share their names. It was also a bit odd that The fighter had not removed his helm, the rogue her mask, or the cleric her hood. Each of their faces remaining indistinct and uncertain thanks to their hardware. Yet such thoughts might be forgotten as Roxanne tells her story. When she finishes the fighter tilts his head. "I must say that is quite a tale though I feel I've heard it before. Strange that." There is a general nodding of the head from the other two as they consider the strange tale. "I think it might have been the same demon as the one that plagued Pell, the great something or other." This is provided by the cleric and the trio nods deciding that must be it.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Dec 17, 2017 12:27:45 GMT -8
Some may have forgotten, but Khepri was thorough and paranoid. After all, when a little bird couldn't fly away, she was a sitting duck.
Still, she acted casually, and she was incredible at doing that. When Kaine asked for any of their stories and Roxanne acknowledged their short time together, the Bird of Paradise flashed him a toothy smile. "Oh, don't let her fool you: we've already made at least one good story to tell. Let's just say she found out just how personable I can be." She lifted a hand to sit gently on Kaine's thigh. "Something you'll learn, too."
After Roxanne beguiled them with her tale of the pumpkin monster, Khepri frowned. "What a cowardly tale, Roxanne. And right before we eat?" She gave the woman a leer, though it lasted just a second longer than it should have. Khepri stared right into Roxanne's eyes, then looked at the man, Kaine, and did the same. "I mean, can you believe her, Kaine? Uncouth. Shall I give her some lessons? An example, maybe?"
Khepri lifted herself from her place on the fire and walked over to the fighter, a grin smearing itself across her face. "In fact, I have one right now. A better way to pass the time." She bent over in front of the man, hands on her knees. "What say you, big man? I've had my eye on you since your arrival." She reached out a hand, then, as though to put her fingers under his chin.
Had she been able to do just that, she would then try and tip his helmet off completely.
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Sangrei Friedn
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 25-ish
Physical Description: Sangrei looks to be in his mid-20s, and has silver-white hair which has grown increasingly from a short crop. His eyes are dark turquoise and he stands at about 6 feet tall, but tends to slouch when presenting himself. His body has various scars, mostly nicks and scratches which have healed over, lightly visible. His most prominent wound is a healed gash stretching from his left shoulderblade to the middle of his back.
Clothes and Equipment: The only things that Sangrei carries at all times is his sword, Stahl Schmertz. Stahl Schmertz is a steel broadsword, standard issue from Sangrei's old corps. It has seen its share of wear and tear, and has been reforged and resharpened a number of times. He refuses to abandon the sword out of sentimental value, and it hasn't given out on him yet either.
Stahl's scabbard carries the weight of his allies; whenever Sangrei loses a comrade, he tears a strip of cloth from their clothing and adds it to the wrapping around the sheath.
Sangrei's general attire consists of casual clothing, usually local to the area he is in. He frequently carries a knapsack and wallet, though this is not always the case.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 19:48:59 GMT -8
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Post by Sangrei Friedn on Jan 17, 2018 14:10:28 GMT -8
Under the light of the sun, the silvery-white hair of a man shone brightly as he lazily trawled his way down the fairly well-traveled dirt road. His steps were quiet and smooth despite the occasional twig or dead leaf, and he stretched out his arms above his head, enjoying the warmth. The past few months had honestly been a blur, but such was life as a traveler; some places were interesting, and some just began to meld together. If Sangrei really thought hard about it, he would have had a difficult time remember exactly how he had gotten to this road and what had come before, but in the end, it didn't really matter. The memories that did would always exist, and the ones that didn't, wouldn't.
Shaking himself out of his reminscing, he glanced further down the road, hoping to spot a sign or something to indicate where exactly he was going. However, the fairly flat expanse showed nothing of the sort, only more of the path forward. With a sigh, he scratched the back of his head and continued at a steady pace. "Y'know, sometimes I wish I had the patience for other people more. Would definitely make these times more bearable," he mumbled to himself.
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