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 8, 2016 7:27:40 GMT -8
(Command Tent.)
"Five silver."
Averin corrected Oliver as the young man walked out of the tent. He had been clear on that so he had no idea where he got six. With the correction given Averin turned back to the dwarf. Hrmm no skills beyond fighting? Perhaps it was a bit racist, but the young captain was hoping the dwarf knew a bit about blacksmithing. Maybe even had knowledge relating to constructing siege weaponry. Well either way Rognar would be an invaluable addition to the band. Averin scrawls out a note and slide it to the dwarf.
"Take this to quartermaster Sterges. I assume you overheard the directions I gave the others, or would you like me to repeat them?"
(Quartermasters Tent.)
"Damtion if you don't need anything report to Duty Master Caleb at the training grounds."
Sterges snaps at the hulking shape. He then turns his attention to Eliza.
"Cold and wet, though not freezing. If you don't have sturdy weather proof cloak you are going to want one."
Sterges takes the offered slips from Silas and Oliver. As he reads them over and pulls out their contracts he answers Oliver's question.
"I am the man that will hand out pay, at the end of the week on payday. Here are your contracts and requisition forms. You are being hired on as standard mercs pay is five silver a day. You can fill out an additional gear you need on the requisition slip. We cover up to seven gold, anything above will be garnished from your wages until paid for."
The quartermaster then turns his attention to the lizard lady and Sir Alastair. What was taking those two so long? He needed the womans ticket and Alastair's req form.
(The training grounds.)
Duty Master Caleb is not hard to locate. He is a friendly looking older man, just out of his prime. He eyes the eager new recruit up and down as he approaches. The man offers Cairex a hand to shake and says with a grin.
"Good to meet you! I am Duty Master Caleb. So you are the first eh? Well I'll get you your assignment in a minute. We are just going to wait for the rest of the new recruits to catch up. I want to get you all up to speed and assigned at the same time."
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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 8, 2016 22:13:24 GMT -8
Oliver seemed overly dejected at the thought of not being payed yet. On the request form he scribbled out a few items:
100 blank arrow shafts.
200 steel arrow heads
Fletching materials for 500 arrows.
100 feet of twine for replacement strings.
Oliver was certain the camp was well provisioned on arrows, but as an archer Oliver like knowing the exact weight and feel of an arrow made by himself.
Handing the request form over he turned to Silas, "Think you could lend me some coin? A hand full of copper would be fine. I'll try to pay you back in silver."
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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 9, 2016 0:59:06 GMT -8
Silas put a little more thought into his acquisitions. Soon he would be entering the wild, leaving all luxury behind. There were plenty of items he would need for such a journey. As Silas pondered Oliver interrupted him. "Pay me back in silver! No need to be so generous." He fished into his coin purse and retrieved several coppers and a silver bit. "Buy me a couple of beers or something. I remember being young and broke and wish I couldn't." Silas handed over the coins. Back to the task at hand. First he read the contract for anything thing he might regret. He had heard of mercenaries signing contracts without reading them and enlisting for several years. The contract seemed standard so Silas signed. Requisition Form:
2 sewing needles
5 spools of thread
8 buttons
1 cloak with hood
5 pair wool socks
3 meters of extra cloth.
1 spear
1 buckler
1 hunting knife sheath
Something was missing...something always way and hindsight is a bitch. Silas wanted to list some good Gauldin wine as well, but thought better of it. "I guess that will do." Silas said as he handed the requisitions form back. |
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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 9, 2016 1:17:18 GMT -8
"Thanks! Will do." Oliver scrawled a signature onto the contract and took off towards the training grounds. It seemed his was excited to meet some some new people. (Training Grounds) Not many had arrived yet and it seemed the duty master was waiting for every one to gather. Oliver scoped out Sir Cairex Forgepyre and sidled up to the big man. He drew a pair of dice from his pockets held between his three middle fingers. " Care to throw some bones?" Oliver let one of the dice fall on a crate of gear. 8wASE2Cn1-61-6 |
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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 9, 2016 1:24:38 GMT -8
"'At soonds abit reit." Rognar said and accepted the deal. Five silver was good. And he was just here for the adventure, anyway. And of course he wanted to help his fellow dwarves. He knew the pain of losing one's home all too well.
"Alrecht, laddie. Ah hae indeed heard th' directions an' will be oan mah way." he said and swung his hammer back on his back. He turned on his heel and stepped outside the tent. He made his way through the camp to the Quartermasters Tent, taking in the camp life, which he liked so much.
With a grin on his face, he stepped inside and was promptly greeted by that imposing hunk of armor, which obscured his sight. He made his way around and tried to find a place, where he could see the action. There were a lot of others in the tent as well, and slowly it was starting to feel a little crowded. Even for him, a dwarf.
He waited for the others to finish, before he hands over his documents to the Quartermaster. "Some warm furs an' a cloak. An' if ye hae onie yoong lasses, send them mah way tonecht." he said with a wink.
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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 9, 2016 5:01:33 GMT -8
Alastair went somewhere he could write down what he needed on his req form. He requested steel plate armor, a steel heater shield, and a steel longsword: all of the attire of a knight. Finally, he requested a white cloak with a black cross, a symbol of the Angelist Brotherhood, and one he wanted to carry to the lands of Alban. He believed in what the Brotherhood stood for: the protection and justice of innocents.
Once he was finished, he would take his req form back to Sterges.
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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 9, 2016 7:31:10 GMT -8
A look of anger flashed across his eyes as for a second he thought the man was mocking him. He was not dog to be playing fetch with....oh wait, bones must be a slang term for dice. Strange. He shook his head before responding.
"Afraid I don't have much, if any money on me. Don't really have a use for it I guess. Appreciate the offer. I'm Cairex, pleasure to meet you."
He extended a hand towards the red-headed man.
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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 9, 2016 17:58:30 GMT -8
As Cairex's face changed Oliver was momentarily struck with fear. The eyes glowed red and Oliver felt like he was staring into the eyes of a wolf that could rip his throat out at any second. He was so shocked he dropped the other die. NmLtbbf11-61-6 |
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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 9, 2016 18:15:12 GMT -8
But the look of anger did not last long. The young man was not upset for he had some notion of what sort of man Cairex was. He had met many wargs and shapeshifters when living with the wiccans. The took the mans had and grasped it strongly so as not to be crushed.
"My name's Oliver. I bet it will be a lot safer in Alban with a guy like you around."
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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 10, 2016 8:17:40 GMT -8
"Well met Oliver, and my apologies for the fright. Since coming to the so-called 'civilized' lands, I have noticed people being a lot less...welcoming to those different from themselves. Although, you do not seem wary, I take it you have experience with people like me?"
He released the man's hand and picked the dice up off from where it dropped and handed it to Oliver.
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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 10, 2016 12:46:15 GMT -8
(The Quartermasters Tent.) Sterges takes the req forms and flicks an eye over them. Sila's was reasonable and the gear could be gotten by the end of the day. Alastair's was over the gold limit by quite a bit. Still given the mans current equipment state he couldn't blame him. It would take a bit longer to get the gear, he had it all in the back he would just gave to have smith adjust it. The Quartermaster grabs a measure rope and without any preamble measure Alastair. He jots down the numbers then looks at the last sheet and chokes. Oliver was way over budget, he was ordering three or more archers worth of material. Well it was the boys choice. That done the three are told to report to Caleb. Sterges turns to the new comer. A dwarf well that was a welcome surprise. The work ticket is taken and looked over and a specialist contract is produced. Sterges slides this and the req form over to the dwarf. "You are being hired on as a specialist. Rate is the standard five silver plus an additional three. Since the last person who we hired for this reason asked, you are specialist entirely because of your race. Having a dwarf around may make things easier in Alban. Contract is standard, any gear you need including a warm cloak write down on the req form. Wenches do not count as gear. If you want female companionship I recommend going to the city when you are off duty." (Still waiting on posts from Eliza Opal, Damtion, and Aki Kiyokichi. The majority of the threads for Alban are complete now. The quest will be starting sometime this week hopefully. I won't delay too long but I don't want to keep people waiting either.) |
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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 10, 2016 16:02:12 GMT -8
Damtion simple nods in response to the quartermaster, before turning about and heading out of the tent. Again, he heads straight for his destination, not appearing very interested to stop and talk with any of his future comrades as of now.
The quartermaster would be easy enough to located, and Damtion would walk up to the group gathered around the duty master. Only the sound of his armor's plates clanking softly could be heard as he approached. Once again, the monolithic form of Damtion would stand silently, at the back of the group.
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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 10, 2016 16:03:31 GMT -8
Eliza writes on the requisition form, filling in some standard adventuring gear. Nothing too fancy, although she does make sure to include the sturdy coat that the quartermaster suggested. Once finished, she hands him the form, as well as the captain's note.
"There you go, sir. Is that all?"
She smiles sweetly, although she can't help but cast a nervous glance at all the men in armor milling about outside the tent.
"Er...how many people are on this expedition, anyway?"
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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 10, 2016 16:25:17 GMT -8
(As long as there are some shenanigans to get into before we leave:) Silas stood outside the quartermasters tent staring off into the east. A great plume of smoke could be seen rising from the mainland. To some it might only appear to be a cloud, but Silas had watched many clouds in his time and this one was unnatural. The cloud of smoke seemed to emit a light of it's own. Grimly, Silas wondered if the new Goraian empire had already fallen to fiery anarchy. How much would the eastern lands change while Silas was away? Saying nothing of his thoughts or observations Silas returned his attention to the quartermaster's tent. Rognar Hammerborn seemed like the kind of high spirited fellow he would want to get a drink with and Alastair looked like he could use one. "You boys wanna have some fun in Travére before we leave...Could be the last time. We'll have to ask the duty master of course. The name's Silas." He offered to shake both man and dwarf's hand. |
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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 10, 2016 21:34:06 GMT -8
"I lived with the wiccans for a time." Oliver explained. "They use much more natural magic then city folk do. I left Medan about a year ago and spent all the time in the wilderness."
Oliver took the dice back and dropped them in a pocket. "I think you'll find people in the civilized nations will be fairly kind and reasonable. After they get over the initial fright of course."
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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 10, 2016 21:40:45 GMT -8
Silas hadn't noticed Eliza Opal standing behind the big armored man. When he did he took a chance to admire her with more detail. She was very cute and had a sweet voice. The bow she had was ornate and fit her nicely. Silas wondered what such a women was doing in a place like this. If she were paying attention Silas would introduce himself to he and offer to shake her hand as well. "You are welcome to join us in the city...It could get rowdy though." |
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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 11, 2016 10:34:43 GMT -8
(Quartermaster's Tent)
"A specialist, eh? But dornt ye tak' me fur a body ay them gnomes wi' their a bampot apparatuses." he said and laughed heartily. "An' dornt ye fash yerse abit mah loove life, laddie." he said still smiling. He took a closer look at the girl with the elf-like features and would she notice his glance, he would wink at her. Then he wrote down what he needed and handed it to Sterges.
As the huge hunk of armor leaves the tent, Rognar watches him, slightly shaking his head. This was crazy. But he had expected that this journey would attract a lot of weird folk.
"Thaur anythin' else, ur can Ah grab some chaw? " he asked the quartermaster.
As Silas reached out to him, he turned around and shook his hand firmly. "Coods sure use some braw, harsh ale tae warm mah belly. Mah nam is Rognar Hammerborn. Ah hiner we're finished haur fur noo. Ah hae bin oan th' road fur tois weeks noo. Need somethin' different tae rest mah arse oan than rocks an' dirt." he said grumpily, but smiling.
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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 11, 2016 12:44:39 GMT -8
Cairex chuckled before replying to the man.
"Wiccans? Never would have thought the good witches would know much about such an 'evil' creature as myself, but you learn something new everyday. So why did you sign up for this?"
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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 11, 2016 13:01:35 GMT -8
"They were good people!" Oliver was enthusiastic that Cairex saw them that way. "But their leader Vykas worships a cruel god. I thought he was fighting for the wiccans, but now I suspect that he is only using them." A mournful look touch Oliver's face. Part of him felt that he had abandoned the wiccans in their time of need. He could have pursued Vykas and killed the man. Perhaps he was meant for other things, however.
"The bastard never paid me. I tagged along with my buddy Silas in order to make some coin. Didn't need it so much out in the wilderness. But in the city things cost money. Think you'll hit Travére tonight, Silas says that's a tradition for mercenaries about to leave on a campaign. He told me that last time he went drinking in Stonevale they met a dogman who was a genetic experiment, got in a fight with a one eyed man and his gang, and Silas's friend killed 5 of them! At the end of the night the broke into the an abandoned smith and passed out there."
To Oliver it all sounded like a grand adventure. He had never indulged in a night quite like that before.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
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Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Apr 11, 2016 13:42:21 GMT -8
A few weeks after Gwen got her job in the Palace, she caught word of Alban mercenaries with the stated mission of taking back her home country. She left the palace in a hurry upon hearing the news, approaching the camp upon the back of her dappled mare.
She trots up to the edge of the camp and waves to the sentry, smiling up at him happily.
"Good eve! I would like to...er...enlist!" she calls out, reining her horse to a stop.
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