Rognar Hammerborn
Established
Roleplay posts: 13 
Age: 54
Physical Description: ----------------------
Race: Dwarf
Hair/Beard: Dark Brown
Size/Weight: average dwarfish
Build: Sturdy
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Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor + helmet
Warhammer on back
Two axes on belt
Daggers (hidden)
Warhammer: http://pre01.deviantart.net/9d27/th/pre/i/2012/351/5/1/speed_model___warhammer_by_metonymic-d5obk24.jpg
Axes: http://www.iloveswords.com/images/LOTR/MDL_gimli2.jpg
Daggers: http://orig08.deviantart.net/6619/f/2014/032/8/7/untitled_by_laforjadeprometeo-d74mr07.jpg
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Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 2:09:50 GMT -8
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Post by Rognar Hammerborn on Apr 5, 2016 6:07:00 GMT -8
As Rognar arrived at the Camp Entrance, he takes a look at the watchmen and greets them with a raised hand.
"Greetings, lads. Mah name is Rognar an' Ah cam tae join th' merry bunch of ye numpties." he exclaimed. His parrot, sitting on his left shoulder, squawked. "Shut yer trap." Rognar scolded.
"Will ye grant me entrace, fur Ah am guttin' an' thirsty an' coods use a braw yoong quine tae warm me back." he added, waiting for an answer.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:47:02 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 6:57:47 GMT -8
The two stood outside the Drake's tent awaiting to be admitted. To fill the silence Silas addressed the scaly green creature that was the third mercenary. "Greetings friend. The names Silas." Honestly, Silas had never seen a being such as this but he was use to meeting new people and was not perturbed. had followed to where the other two gentlemen were standing, which happened to be the command tent. She didn't expect to get a hello from the other, but she responded in kind. "Hello fellow freelancer, my name is Akiha." She worked a smile as best as she could. |
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Eliza Opal
Established
Roleplay posts: 28 
Age: 21
Physical Description: Eliza is tall and stately, with an impeccable air of grace and elegance about her. She has short but well-styled brown hair and a rather average figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Being a noble, Eliza wears only the finest of clothing. She usually wears high-quality riding or outdoors wear, but is just as comfortable in fancy dresses and other formal clothes.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 9:36:45 GMT -8
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Post by Eliza Opal on Apr 5, 2016 13:21:23 GMT -8
(Command Tent.) Averin glances at the two new potential... recruits? The woman seems a bit airhead. She doesn't even know what Alban is like and is looking to go there. That showed a lack of fore thought and impulsiveness. The other one certainly looked like a warrior. Large, strong, and well equipped. Still he hadn't said anything, probably just being polite then. He nods at them both acknowledging them. Then turns back to Alastair, man was humble. Anyone who lead seven hundred refugees had some skill at leadership. Saying he didn't showed a lack of confidence which may be holding him back. That or his role was smaller than Averin had assumed. He pulls out a slip of paper and scribbles on it. "I'll get to you in just a moment. Just allow me to finish with Sir Alastair." He extends the paper to the new hire. "Take this to the quartermaster. Do you remember the instructions I gave Cairex? Or do you need me to repeat them?" Averin would wait for Alastair's response. Once he knew one way or the other he would turn his attention to Eliza and Damiton. "I am Averin Drake the leader of this expedition. You can call me Captain, Sir, or Averin. I do not hold by formalities when not on the field. To answer your question in a word miss Alban is dangerous. All reports indicate that the their only one remaining human settlement. That settlement is under constant threat from extremely hostile native life. If you two wish to join I am going to need names and a list of skill you bring to the table." Eliza smiles, batting her eyelashes in a very unconcerned manner. It seems that she's not particularly worried about the danger. "Dangerous? Sounds like an adventure, Captain. An adventure for the bards to write about." She stretches, clearly very relaxed about this whole matter. "I'm Eliza Opal. I'm an opera singer. I used to be with the Crystal Chandelier opera company in Travere. They called me the windowbreaker." The memory of her nickname causes her to giggle, a high-pitched and extremely feminine sound. "Besides that, I can ride and shoot just as well as any hunter. I'm not just a pretty face, you know." She gestures to her horse outside, and to the bow strung across her back. It's a fairly expensive, high-quality model. |
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Alastair
Established
Fleeing Goraia, with refugees in tow!
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alastair is a fit man standing 6'0 and weighing 190 lbs. He's lean for his size, but he's a strong fellow and well-conditioned for combat. He has sun-kissed skin from being outdoors so often, dark brown eyes, and short, dark brown hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Alastair wears practical chainmail armor, iron shinguards and iron gauntlets. He also wears heavy-duty traveling boots, gloves, and an iron open-faced helmet.
For his weapon, Alastair carries an iron longsword and a beat-up heater shield.
Needless to say, all of his equipment is in dire need of being replaced.
Registered: Mar 17, 2016 13:28:54 GMT -8
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Post by Alastair on Apr 5, 2016 13:29:56 GMT -8
( King Averin Arach) "I think I can figure it out from here," Alastair said to Averin; he had heard what the man told Cairex earlier, when he entered the tent. "And thank you, sir. It will be pleasure serving with you, I am sure." Alastair gave one last nod and exited the tent. It would not be hard finding the Quartermaster. Actually, Alastair wasn't looking for the Quartermaster, he would be looking for Sir Cairex Forgepyre . Soon enough, he saw him and walked over nearby. He was having a talk with Sterges already. Alastair crossed his arms and leaned against a wooden pole nearby. When Cairex was finished talking, Alastair approached closer. "Sorry to intrude," he said, "I require some new arms and armor. Whatever you can spare. And I'll accept no pay. As long as food and water are provided for me, I don't require a wage." |
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Apr 5, 2016 14:01:26 GMT -8
(Camp Entrance.)
The watchmen blinks in surprise as the dwarf approaches. Then looks even more befuddled as the dwarf speaks. Clearly not an Alban dwarf, not with that accent. It takes the watchmen a moment to realize that the dwarf was speaking common tongue, and another to decipher what was said. Once he does, more or less anyway, he points at the command tent.
"Uh you want to speak to Sir Averin in the command tent if you wish to join."
(The Command Tent.)
Fighting and singing? Well the armored hulk of a man was certainly straightforward. Even if his answer wasn't exactly illuminating. No reason to turn him away though. Even if all he can do is swing that sword around like a club he would still be handy. Averin scribbles down the hiring orders and slides them to Damtion.
Eliza posed a more challenging issue. The idea that she was ditzy and air headed had only been confirmed by her response. Still a singer could be good for moral. Though opera may not go over well with the men, hopefully she knew other songs. If she could use a bow... Well she would have to be trained in tactics. Even if she was a good shot she might still be a danger without discipline. Averin pulls out a piece of paper and hesitates. Finally he scribbles down his instructions and slides them to Eliza.
"Follow Sir Alastair to the quartermasters tent. Should be easy enough to catch him if you hurry."
With that out of the way he calls in the next group of hires. The gear makes the trio look like fairly typical sell swords. One is some kind of lizard person which was a new one for Averin. The other two had arrived together. They didn't look similar enough to be related. So just friends? Well they looked normal enough, hell the young one would be right at home with the rest of his men.
"Greetings I am Sir Averin. If you wish to join I will need to know your names and any special skills you might posses."
(The Quartermasters tent.)
"If you want to learn I suggest a library. Since that isn't an option I recommend paying attention during the briefing we will have before we leave. There will be some information passed out."
Since the werewolf hadn't filled out his req form Sterges scooped it back up. He then turned to the new comer and scowled at his words. He thrusts out his hand and says curtly.
"Not your choice. Give me the paper the Captain gave you. Once I know you were actually hired I will sort out what we can do for you."
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Eliza Opal
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 21
Physical Description: Eliza is tall and stately, with an impeccable air of grace and elegance about her. She has short but well-styled brown hair and a rather average figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Being a noble, Eliza wears only the finest of clothing. She usually wears high-quality riding or outdoors wear, but is just as comfortable in fancy dresses and other formal clothes.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 9:36:45 GMT -8
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Post by Eliza Opal on Apr 5, 2016 14:22:55 GMT -8
Eliza takes the paper, nodding smoothly.
"Got it, Captain. Thanks for letting me come along, you won't regret it. Bye!"
She gives a little wave and walks out of the command tent. A few moments later, she finds her way to the Quartermaster's tent. She glances around the tent as she enters, still unused to tents in general.
"Hello! I was told by the Captain to come here. I'm Eliza Opal, and I just joined you guys."
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Chance
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on Apr 5, 2016 15:20:04 GMT -8
Enthusiastically, Oliver stepped up first. "My name is Oliver. My best skill is archery. I made this bad boy," He pointed a thumb to the unstrung long bow on his back, "And I make all my arrows as well. I've had some combat experience leading a squad of archers in the Vorstuga River Battle. I was, er, on the wiccan side..." Oliver was not sure if news of the battle in the Teutonic state had traveled or if he would be looked down upon for having fought for the losing side. "Lastly, I know a bit of tracking and foraging from growing up by the Usque Ar Nalma forest." |
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Alastair
Established
Fleeing Goraia, with refugees in tow!
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alastair is a fit man standing 6'0 and weighing 190 lbs. He's lean for his size, but he's a strong fellow and well-conditioned for combat. He has sun-kissed skin from being outdoors so often, dark brown eyes, and short, dark brown hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Alastair wears practical chainmail armor, iron shinguards and iron gauntlets. He also wears heavy-duty traveling boots, gloves, and an iron open-faced helmet.
For his weapon, Alastair carries an iron longsword and a beat-up heater shield.
Needless to say, all of his equipment is in dire need of being replaced.
Registered: Mar 17, 2016 13:28:54 GMT -8
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Post by Alastair on Apr 5, 2016 15:36:19 GMT -8
Alastair smirks but nonetheless gives Sterges the paper.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 5, 2016 15:48:14 GMT -8
Silas surveyed the other mercenaries as they left the tent. The male looked competent, but his demeanor seemed to offset his appearance. That could have been a tactic or perhaps a result of past experiences. Silas kept it in mind. He couldn't tell as much about the women, but she did not look as hard as the other females he had seen in this line of work. Listening to Oliver, Silas wondered at the little bits his friend had left out. He had mentioned nothing of the his ability to communicate with animals, or his dabbling in magic. Neither had he included knife throwing, but truthfully Silas had never seen Oliver use one of his knives. All this strengthened Silas's belief that Oliver was far more devious then he led on. When it was his turn, "The name's Silas. I'm just a mercenary. I am proficient with sword, shield, spear, and knife." He openly carried none of these however. "I fought for the Brotherhood in the Vorsuga battle. Before that I fought in numerous border disputes. Just small skirmishes really. I have studied some strategy but can't profess to have formally led men into battle." |
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Apr 5, 2016 16:59:21 GMT -8
The wolf merely nodded at the quartermaster.
"Thank you, and if he needs more gear, he can use my requisition as well. Most of my gear is home-grown."
He scratched behind his own ear, a habit that was eminently less satisfying in his human form.
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Damtion
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ???
Physical Description: The appearance of this being beneath his armor is unknown. The only aspect of his actual body that can be identified is his height. Damtion stands at eight feet tall.
Clothes and Equipment: Damtion is always encased in full plate armor from head to toe. No matter the brightness of his surroundings, light never penetrates the darkness behind the metal mask of his great-helm. He carries with him at all times a great sword, inscribed with unknown and ancient runes along it's entire blade, predating any known histories.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 21:37:21 GMT -8
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Post by Damtion on Apr 5, 2016 19:10:13 GMT -8
The mysterious knight nods slightly in thanks to the commander, also taking his own hiring orders before lumbering out of the tent after Eliza. Once outside, he returns his great-sword to it's previous position of resting atop his right pauldron. The sound of metal contacting metal was not heard however, as his shoulders and upper back seemed to be covered with a small piece of animal fur that was a light gray color.
Walking through the camp to the quartermaster's tent, which took some time to find, the armored hulk of a man may draw a few eyes. The figure itself seemed to be oblivious to this however. Perhaps this was but an illusion though, as the featureless metal plate that served to cover his face on his great-helm did not betray any emotion. Once the others were done with the quartermaster, Damtion would duck inside the tent, presenting the parchment he had received from Sir Averin wordlessly.
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Rognar Hammerborn
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 54
Physical Description: ----------------------
Race: Dwarf
Hair/Beard: Dark Brown
Size/Weight: average dwarfish
Build: Sturdy
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Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor + helmet
Warhammer on back
Two axes on belt
Daggers (hidden)
Warhammer: http://pre01.deviantart.net/9d27/th/pre/i/2012/351/5/1/speed_model___warhammer_by_metonymic-d5obk24.jpg
Axes: http://www.iloveswords.com/images/LOTR/MDL_gimli2.jpg
Daggers: http://orig08.deviantart.net/6619/f/2014/032/8/7/untitled_by_laforjadeprometeo-d74mr07.jpg
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Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 2:09:50 GMT -8
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Post by Rognar Hammerborn on Apr 6, 2016 1:05:27 GMT -8
"Aye!" he responds to the watchmen who told him to meet with Sir Averin in the command tent. On his way there, he saw a couple of others exiting it. A really tall... moving tower of armor. And a young slender woman. As they moved past him, he would greet the armored man with a nod and a wink and smile for the lady. There didn't seem to be any order in which people were entering the tent, so he just stepped inside, joining the others. ( Enter Command Tent ) "Greetings. Ah cam here tae join yer undertakin' tae reunite th' kingdom." he said. He thought about telling them, that his abilities all had something to do with combat, but he guessed, they could see that by looking at the weapons he was carrying. On his back he carried a fearsomely looking warhammer. On either side, tucked in his belt was an axe, which were good for throwing or fighting with. If that wasn't enough he carried about a bunch of simple daggers hidden all over his body, where he could easily reach them. |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:47:02 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 6:21:01 GMT -8
Once all the busy traffic and others finished speaking she could introduce herself now. She hadn't really thought of 'special skills' but she definitely had them, it only mattered if they were useful. She stepped foward, "I am Aki Kiyokichi sir. As expected I am skilled with blade, shield and spear but I also know some medicine recipes and techniques and have also been a woodcarver and carpenter." She thought it would be best to leave out 'knows how to play a flute.' |
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Apr 6, 2016 10:57:27 GMT -8
(The Command Tent.)
Averin flicked his eyes as another new comer enters. A dwarf! May come in handy even if the hill dwarves of Alban didn't take to him. Dwarves were often sturdy fighters and with long lives they had a wealth of experience. Of course tactics wise he would be hard to fit into the band. Dwarf and human battle philosophy differed because of size and strength. Averin nodded at the dwarf.
"I will speak to you in just a moment allow me to finish with these three."
He turned his attention back to the three mercenaries. Two young men who fought on opposite sides of a conflict traveling together? Strange but not unheared of. At least they weren't green and they should be able to fit into the squads nicely. The lizard woman hadn't listed any experience, but work working was handy when constructing fortifications. The trio would make a fine addition to the band. He grabs three sheets of paper and scribbles his orders. He slides them over to the group.
"You are hired. Take these to Quartermaster Sterges, two tents down and to the left. Standard rate of pay is five silver a day paid out weekly. You can collect at the end of the week, or leave it in the locked box to be collected when we are in town. Even if you don't collect report to Sterges on pay day so he can keep track in the ledger. You are dismissed."
Once down he turns to the dwarf.
"Greetings. I am Sir Averin, you are looking to sign on? Let's start with your name and any special skills you might have."
(The Quartermasters tent.)
Sterges collects the three offered slips and goes over them. He frowns when he reads Eliza's. Grumbling in irritation he pulls out the box filled with contracts. He pulls out two standard and on specialist. He scribbles something off the specialist one and replaces it with another number. He then hands the contracts over. Eliza receives the altered specialist contract. He also hands each a requisition form.
"Right Alastair and Damtion. You're are being hired on as standard mercenaries. Five silver a day and all that. You can write down any gear you need on the req forms. We cover up to 7 gold in gear anything else will be garnished from your salary. A salary you will be paid. We are a registered business with the Gauldish government. That means certain standards of practice including paying people for their work. Req gold is not transferable again we have contracts for a reason. So though I am sure your offer is appreciated Cairex, please think about the paperwork I have to file."
Sterges then turns his eyes on Eliza.
"You are being hired on a s trainee and a specialist. Rate of pay is 3 silver a day for a trainee and an additional 3 for a specialist. Other than that same deal as these two. Though we will cover up to 10 gold in supplies."
He then snaps at Cairex.
"And you. If you are done go report to the duty master. He will assign you a bed roll and a squad. His name is Caleb you can find him overseeing the training yard."
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Apr 6, 2016 11:46:20 GMT -8
"Yep right away sir!"
The wolf ran off in the direction indicated, dodging around other mercenaries and leaping over a sleeping guard until he arrived at the duty master's.
"Cairex Forgepyre reporting for duty sir, quartermaster told me to report to you and receive my squad assignment."
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Damtion
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ???
Physical Description: The appearance of this being beneath his armor is unknown. The only aspect of his actual body that can be identified is his height. Damtion stands at eight feet tall.
Clothes and Equipment: Damtion is always encased in full plate armor from head to toe. No matter the brightness of his surroundings, light never penetrates the darkness behind the metal mask of his great-helm. He carries with him at all times a great sword, inscribed with unknown and ancient runes along it's entire blade, predating any known histories.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 21:37:21 GMT -8
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Post by Damtion on Apr 6, 2016 11:50:04 GMT -8
Damtion would read over his contract silently as the quartermaster spoke with the others, a gauntlet covered hand grasping the paper and holding it in front of his great-helms visor. The knight seemed to be pleased with the contract, and the quartermaster's explanation, as he scrawled his signature onto the parchment wish surprising finesse considering the armor that covered his hand.
The result would appear to be simply "Damtion" scrawled onto the contract in flowing lettering. There was no indication of a surname, or a title of any sort. Damtion would also hand back the req form, which was blank, before awaiting to further instruction, though he assumed he would be told something similar to what had been told to the werewolf.
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Rognar Hammerborn
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 54
Physical Description: ----------------------
Race: Dwarf
Hair/Beard: Dark Brown
Size/Weight: average dwarfish
Build: Sturdy
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Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor + helmet
Warhammer on back
Two axes on belt
Daggers (hidden)
Warhammer: http://pre01.deviantart.net/9d27/th/pre/i/2012/351/5/1/speed_model___warhammer_by_metonymic-d5obk24.jpg
Axes: http://www.iloveswords.com/images/LOTR/MDL_gimli2.jpg
Daggers: http://orig08.deviantart.net/6619/f/2014/032/8/7/untitled_by_laforjadeprometeo-d74mr07.jpg
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Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 2:09:50 GMT -8
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Post by Rognar Hammerborn on Apr 6, 2016 12:14:46 GMT -8
Rognar remained silent as Averin finished talking to the others, which left the tent shortly after they received their contracts.
"Weel 'en. Greetings tae ye, tay." he said and grabbed the warhammer from his back, placing the handle in the ground and resting his arms on the head.
"Mah nam is Rognar Hammerborn an' Ah heard 'at yoo're lookin' fur skilled combatants. Weel, ye dornt hae tae swatch onie longer." he said and scratched his beard.
"Ah dunnae kinn whit ye pure techt wi' special skills, but Ah hae fooght a lot ay battles. Mair than Ah can min'." he added. He wasn't quite sure, what Sir Averin was looking for. Rognar knew how to fight. He had fought in many large scale battles as well as one-on-one duels. But he didn't have any special abilities, like magic or other weird stuff.
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Eliza Opal
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 21
Physical Description: Eliza is tall and stately, with an impeccable air of grace and elegance about her. She has short but well-styled brown hair and a rather average figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Being a noble, Eliza wears only the finest of clothing. She usually wears high-quality riding or outdoors wear, but is just as comfortable in fancy dresses and other formal clothes.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 9:36:45 GMT -8
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Post by Eliza Opal on Apr 6, 2016 13:35:31 GMT -8
"Six silver per day?"
Eliza hesitates. That's almost a tenth of what she was paid when she was on tour. Still, she's not here for the pay, she's here for the adventure! Besides, it's not like she's short on cash. She nods, and signs the contract.
"Looks good! Thank you, sir. I can't wait."
She takes the requisition form and looks at it curiously.
"Hmm...what sort of supplies would I need? What's the climate in Alban like? Do I need cold-weather gear?"
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Chance
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on Apr 6, 2016 22:17:32 GMT -8
"Six silver a day? Thank you, sir!" Oliver was quite pleased. He had not been paid by general Vykas. Giving a half-nod bow he left the tent.
At the quartermasters tent Oliver handed his ticket to the man who acted like he was in charge, Sterges."Are you the man who pays me?" A brazen question, but Oliver wanted a little coin in his pocket.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 6, 2016 22:27:00 GMT -8
Upon being dismissed Silas followed Oliver to the quartermaster. He was surprised that Oliver asked for pay so soon. What would he do with it? Silas handed his ticket over as he pondered. |
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