Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 1, 2016 10:07:19 GMT -8
Roy rubs his shoulder unhappily.
"Yeah...sorry, Vera. Helping her sounds like an adventure, I guess. Hunting Jotuns, which are apparently some kinda giant."
He rubs his face, which is still sore. Because he's a vampire, there isn't any visible bruising.
"But...don't you have druid things to do? I don't know what sort of thing you have to do."
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183 
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Mar 1, 2016 13:47:40 GMT -8
Vera glares at Roy, the boy sure didn't know how to listen.
"I've explained it like four times! I go when the earth asks for my help. It's not something with a time table. If somebody starts abusing mother Gaia, I show up and stop them. It doesn't matter where or when it happens."
She hugs him again.
"Now Jotun hunting was it? That sounds like fun! I like adventuring with you, so next time ask instead of assuming."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 1, 2016 13:51:11 GMT -8
"Yes, Vera..." Roy hugs her back, then glances at Grandma. "So...did you want to come along as well? I've never seen a Jotun before, so I could use some help..." He looks at Vera, then at his far-too-strong drink. "I suppose we could leave now, if that's what you want to do." |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Mar 1, 2016 14:48:44 GMT -8
Grandma would watch the exchange between Roy and Vera with a neutral expression on her face. One might notice a hint of amusement in her eyes, but other than that she simply sat there as they went at it with each other. When Roy turned to her, she would nod.
“I’m personally ready to leave whenever you two are. From the looks of it, your friend here will prove quite capable for a task such as this.”
She nodded towards Vera as she said this.
“Also, forgive my rudeness, I haven’t introduced myself yet. Everyone simply calls me Grandma, so I would ask that you would do the same. Although I can’t promise to prove much help in dealing with the giants themselves, I’ll stay out of your way and make sure not to slow you down. As I said before, I’m willing to pay a decent amount of money for this escort.”
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Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Registered: Feb 27, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Valgard on Mar 1, 2016 15:33:46 GMT -8
Royal Fletcher Grandma Renner Vera of the Celadine The Varan mostly keep to themselves but once Vera knocks Roy to the ground they all begin to hoot, holler, and cheer. They love a good fight, especially when two outsiders pick one together. Things quieten down when it seems the two don't engage in a full-on brawl, but a few whistling encouragements can be heard. Whatever the case, the bartender pours Grandma, Roy, Vera, and Renner some drinks if they need it. "It's on the house... thanks for the show," he mentions. The group can leave whenever they want. The troll would be out in the wilderness.
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Renner
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Mar 1, 2016 17:17:36 GMT -8
Renner watches the exchange, but stays out of the scuffle. The druid looked capable, and there was something off about the crone, maybe in the way she walked or moved, he wasn't sure. Either way, he decided not to bring himself to attention and let them leave.
After they had gone, he rose from his seat and approached the bar. Nodding at the bartender, he finishes his drink and puts the mug on the counter. "I'm looking for a place to stay. Doesn't have to be indoors. And whom would I talk to about hunting beasts on this land? I've traveled far in search of a good hunt."
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Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Registered: Feb 27, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Valgard on Mar 2, 2016 13:56:02 GMT -8
The bartender poured more ale for the man, and then replied. "Those folks goin' to hunt Jotuns if you want to go with them. Otherwise, you could always travel in the Valland countryside. Plenty of beasts to be found out there. And you can stay if you'd like. Got some rooms upstairs if ye need one. Just 5 silvers... or some quality meat would do." |
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Renner
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Mar 2, 2016 17:12:29 GMT -8
"A room upstairs sounds great." Renner pauses, "I think I'll leave the jotun hunting to the lad and his lady companions. I've no doubt the younger one has things under her control."
"Any big game I should keep an eye out for? I don't mind giving most of the meat to you; free boarding would be more than enough of a trade if I come back with something you can use." Renner drains the rest of the ale from the mug. "Now about that room..." He takes 10 silver coins from a pouch and puts it down on the counter. "And perhaps a hot meal?"
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Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Registered: Feb 27, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Valgard on Mar 3, 2016 14:13:11 GMT -8
"Sounds good," the innkeep replies with a grin, sliding the silver coins cross the wooden surface and into his other hand. "Ask one of the girls about a meal, I just fix the drinks, and drag bodies outside if they start stinkin'." The bar girls would pick the roasted meats from above the fires and serve it to Renner, depending on what he wanted. "In Valland, if you're seekin' game, Asgeir Elk are noticeably larger than others you might find elsewhere. Or you could try your hand at Buunvar hunting."
Buunvar beasts were native to Asgeir. They had fireproof hide, and was like a mixture between a wild boar and a buffalo, and as large as a mammoth. Since the Barbaric Age, Varan men and women would hunt Buunvar down for their hides, which could be used to make their Ki'gars (scarf-like garments that all Varan wear, distinguishing their family crest/colors).
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Renner
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Mar 3, 2016 14:27:01 GMT -8
"Elk and buunvar it is then." Renner sat back at the table and ate his meal, which was rather good. He wasn't sure what the meat was, but it was pleasant. After he'd finished, he'd take another tankard of mead and drink it slowly while listening to the tales and the camaraderie of the men and women of this land. They were a boisterous lot, but after weeks on the road, it was nice to have a little noise to drink to. After finishing the mead, he'd head upstairs and sleep. It was't the best bed he'd slept in, but it certainly wasn't the worst. Just before daybreak, he'd rise, collect his gear, and head out to the Vallan countryside. |
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Renner
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Mar 8, 2016 15:00:15 GMT -8
Renner made it back to the Blackened Bitch just after nightfall. Walking into the tavern/inn, he nodded to the barkeep and brought his belongings over to the same table he had occupied the previous night. He hefted the head of the elk he had killed up onto the table, spinning it so that the bloodied neck faced upwards and didn't leak any leftover blood onto the table. Then he took the rolled up pelt out of the thick leather strap he had secured it with and laid it next to the dismembered head. Finally, after placing his pack on one of the empty chairs at the table, he walked over to the bar.
"Thanks for the advice," he said to the barkeep, "you weren't kidding about those buunvar were you?"
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Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Registered: Feb 27, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Valgard on Mar 8, 2016 15:25:04 GMT -8
( Renner) "No, I wasn't" the bartender replies. "But once before, to be a man, all Varan had to kill one. It was a rite of passage. My people like to use the fur to make Ki'gars," the bartender tugged on the cloth wrapped around his neck like a scarf. It was blue and green, the colors of his house. The bartender observed some folks in the background who seemed to be getting into an argument over whose beard was longer. "Idiots, do you see them?" The bartender pointed at the two men. "Never argue with the Longbeard clan." One of the arguing Varan, obviously the 'Longbeard', headbutted the other and a fight ensued. All around the inn Varan hollered out bets and threw coins at the fighters. "I don't mind the fightin', it's the mess I hate cleanin' up." The bartender then looked at the elk's head. "Not bad. The pelt'll catch a decent price, and the head will make a good mount." The bartender looked at the other heads mounted on his wall. "Hmm... looks to be the biggest one yet," he said surprisingly. "You're free to stay here, hunter, as long as you need too. Food is on the house too. If ye need anything from town, tell them you did Cnut a favor; they'll give you a discount." |
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Renner
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Mar 8, 2016 16:42:32 GMT -8
"Thanks," replied Renner. "I left the salvageable meat in a pond near where I was hunting, if you want to send someone for it." Renner further describes where he took the elk to the barkeeper to facilitate its recovery. "I'll actually be keeping the hide, and wanted to ask where I might have it tanned around here. And please, take the head for your inn, I brought it back only to prove that I had felled such a beast." After their discussion, Renner would order food and drink and sit by the fire relaxing while partaking of it. Later, he'd head up to the room he had rented for sleep. Early the next day, he would head out with the elk hide to have it tanned, and then set off again for an area he had heard men at the tavern talking about: the White Pines. |
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Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Registered: Feb 27, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Valgard on Apr 20, 2018 14:22:20 GMT -8
Knight of Vengeance would find the Blackened Bitch easily enough. It’s old stone walls marked it as one of the oldest structures in the settlement, sitting right in the middle of town. Pork was roasting over an open hearth, which provided heat throughout the chamber. Various tables and booths were spread throughout, most of them occupied by warriors, skalds, adventurers, and townsfolk. They were drinking flagons of mead and other beverages while recounting exaggerated stories of heroic deeds, performed by themselves or accomplices. The general mood of the tavern was of easy-going, with cheerful reminiscing.
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Knight of Vengeance
Established
Image is close enough, I guess? I need to improve my art.
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Stands at 6'1. Rarely travels without his armour, but when he takes off his helmet he has white hair, light brown skin and brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Silver armour with blue energy lines running down it. Also weilds a longsword that is covered in blue flame whenever it is removed from the sheath round his back.
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 10:33:37 GMT -8
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Post by Knight of Vengeance on Apr 21, 2018 0:42:35 GMT -8
Knight of Vengeance would find the Blackened Bitch easily enough. It’s old stone walls marked it as one of the oldest structures in the settlement, sitting right in the middle of town. Pork was roasting over an open hearth, which provided heat throughout the chamber. Various tables and booths were spread throughout, most of them occupied by warriors, skalds, adventurers, and townsfolk. They were drinking flagons of mead and other beverages while recounting exaggerated stories of heroic deeds, performed by themselves or accomplices. The general mood of the tavern was of easy-going, with cheerful reminiscing. The Knight looks around, attractting a few glances from onlookers due to his shiny, glowing armour. It didn't look like the kind of place where he could hear about a legendary sword to him, although he reckoned they could likely tell him about a legendary drunkard. He looked round for someone who could tell him about the Sword of Gormr. |
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Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Registered: Feb 27, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Valgard on Apr 22, 2018 9:23:32 GMT -8
Knight of Vengeance would find the group he was looking for. A large, round, oaken table hosted a handful of old and young warriors. The former were telling stories, offering advice, and answering questions that the newbloods had. It was this kind of oral tradition that made mead halls so integral to Varan culture: the passing on of wisdom and experience, from veteran warriors to their inheritors. "The Sword Gormr?" one of the veterans asked the Knight of Vengeance. "I can tell you about the Sword of Gormr. But first, I must ask... why do you seek Gormr?" The veteran crossed his arms; "you're not even Varan. Why would we tell you where you can claim the fabled weapon of Hemhildr?"
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Knight of Vengeance
Established
Image is close enough, I guess? I need to improve my art.
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Stands at 6'1. Rarely travels without his armour, but when he takes off his helmet he has white hair, light brown skin and brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Silver armour with blue energy lines running down it. Also weilds a longsword that is covered in blue flame whenever it is removed from the sheath round his back.
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 10:33:37 GMT -8
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Post by Knight of Vengeance on Apr 22, 2018 10:05:10 GMT -8
Knight of Vengeance would find the group he was looking for. A large, round, oaken table hosted a handful of old and young warriors. The former were telling stories, offering advice, and answering questions that the newbloods had. It was this kind of oral tradition that made mead halls so integral to Varan culture: the passing on of wisdom and experience, from veteran warriors to their inheritors. "The Sword Gormr?" one of the veterans asked the Knight of Vengeance. "I can tell you about the Sword of Gormr. But first, I must ask... why do you seek the Gormr?" The veteran crossed his arms; "you're not even Varan. Why would we tell you where you can claim the fabled weapon of Hemhildr?" The Knight sighed under his helmet. How was he meant to explain his purpose to these travelers? He wasn't able to tell anyone much about his role, and even then he couln't explain most of what he could tell. Instead he put it in a way that got across his point as well as he could. "To use it to protect those who have been overlooked by the rest of the world, and if I cannot protect them, at least avenge them." |
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Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Registered: Feb 27, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Valgard on Apr 22, 2018 10:27:53 GMT -8
The veteran warrior unfolds his arms, grins, and begins to laugh. “Come and sit, friend, come and sit!” he offers. Once the Knight of Vengeance is comfortable, the Varan offer him a drink. “You could not have given me a better answer, friend. What is your name?” The now-friendly old warrior took a large gulp of his own drink, then pushed his empty flagon away. “My name is Njod,” he began, “and I too once sought the legendary sword Gormr. Hemhildr was born and raised right here in Wulfenheim, y’know. His father had carried Gormr before him, and his father before him, and so on. They say the blade is impervious to damage, and can cut through stone, iron, and steel. Hemhildr and his clan served the Valgards faithfully, and many times led the charge against the Mountain Tribes. “But then came a rumor of Slivr… the great serpent which stirred beneath Shattered Peaks. Long had he dwelled there, and long had the Mountain Tribes avoided him. Until the day came they awakened him, unleashing him on the the Varan. After hearing of the destruction wrought by Slivr, Hemhildr took Gormr and set out to slay the great beast. “He trekked into the Shattered Peaks, avoiding the Mountain Tribes, and eventually came upon the serpent’s lair. Slivr bared her fangs and gnashed, and Hemhildr retaliated with skill and bravery - until the serpent fell dead. But so to would Hemhildr. He would succumb to his wounds, but not before plunging his fabled sword into the stone - asking the Old Gods to safeguard it until a worthy hero came to retrieve it. “Are you going to be that hero, friend?” |
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Knight of Vengeance
Established
Image is close enough, I guess? I need to improve my art.
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Stands at 6'1. Rarely travels without his armour, but when he takes off his helmet he has white hair, light brown skin and brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Silver armour with blue energy lines running down it. Also weilds a longsword that is covered in blue flame whenever it is removed from the sheath round his back.
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 10:33:37 GMT -8
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Post by Knight of Vengeance on Apr 22, 2018 10:54:08 GMT -8
The veteran warrior unfolds his arms, grins, and begins to laugh. “Come and sit, friend, come and sit!” he offers. Once the Knight of Vengeance is comfortable, the Varan offer him a drink. “You could not have given me a better answer, friend. What is your name?” The now-friendly old warrior took a large gulp of his own drink, then pushed his empty flagon away. “My name is Njod,” he began, “and I too once sought the legendary sword Gormr. Hemhildr was born and raised right here in Wulfenheim, y’know. His father had carried Gormr before him, and his father before him, and so on. They say the blade is impervious to damage, and can cut through stone, iron, and steel. Hemhildr and his clan served the Valgards faithfully, and many times led the charge against the Mountain Tribes. “But then came a rumor of Slivr… the great serpent which stirred beneath Shattered Peaks. Long had he dwelled there, and long had the Mountain Tribes avoided him. Until the day came they awakened him, unleashing him on the the Varan. After hearing of the destruction wrought by Slivr, Hemhildr took Gormr and set out to slay the great beast. “He trekked into the Shattered Peaks, avoiding the Mountain Tribes, and eventually came upon the serpent’s lair. Slivr bared her fangs and gnashed, and Hemhildr retaliated with skill and bravery - until the serpent fell dead. But so to would Hemhildr. He would succumb to his wounds, but not before plunging his fabled sword into the stone - asking the Old Gods to safeguard it until a worthy hero came to retrieve it. “Are you going to be that hero, friend?” The Knight of Vengeance sits down but doesn't take a sip of his drink, nor even removes his helmet. When Njord asks for his name, the Knight states his name was Ashvir, which to an extent was true. He listens to the tail intently, focusing on every detail. "I...will try to be that hero," the Knight replies. "Is the sword still where the serpent died? Are you sure it couldn't have been moved by the Old Gods?" |
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Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Post by Clan Valgard on Apr 22, 2018 11:55:49 GMT -8
Njod nods his head in respect for the Knight. "You seem a good lad," he said before answering his questions. "The legend says that Hemhildr plunged it into the stone, presumably in the lair of Slivr herself. The Old Gods have blessed the sword so that no one shall remove it unless they are worthy." The veteran looked around at the other attendants, also enthralled at the story, "but it is merely a legend. A myth. Only someone like you can prove it otherwise."
Njod drank from his flagon again, which had since been refilled. He seemed unperturbed at the thought of an adventurer hiking into one of the most dangerous places in the world to find something which might not even be there.
"All we know is that Hemhildr did travel into the Shattered Peaks, and we know that he did not return, and that the sword - Gormr - is still missing. The savage Mountain Tribes have yet to use Gormr against us, so we know they do not have it in their possession. We can only assume that part of the legend is true: that the sword is in the mountains, and Hemhildr made sure only a worthy hero could retrieve it."
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