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 11, 2016 14:04:33 GMT -8
(Camp Entrance.)
The sentry looked up at Gwn and his jaw dropped. He tries to speak but finds himself tongue tied. He averts his eyes shuffles his feet and blushes furiously. The first woman to ask to enlist had been just pretty, this girl though was a knock out. After a few moments of this he swallows audibly. Finally finding his tongue he points out the command tent.
"Right uhm... Right that way ma'am... You want to report to...to...uh... The captain! Yes Sir Averin our captain."
(Quartermasters Tent.)
Sterges begins to organize the remaining paper work as he answers Eliza's and Rognar's questions.
"We are sitting at about thirty mercenaries right now, plus an additional forty five camp followers. You two head down to the training hard and report to Duty Master Caleb."
With that they are shown out of the ten.
(Training Yard.)
Once the remaining people show up Duty Master Caleb gathers the new recruits and begins handing out groupings. The new recruits are split into three sub groups.
"All right so here are you groups. Oliver, Silas, and Cairex! You will be joining the scouts. Once we get to Alban you and six others are going to head into the Moors. Your mission will be to get some information on the current state of the Wildling tribes. If possible we'd also like you to make peaceful contact with them."
He takes a breath and addresses the rest of them.
"Second group will be Damtion, Eliza, and Rognar. You will be with the Hills group. You and six others will be heading down into Hammer and Shield in the hill country. Same mission as the first group. Once your mission is finished both groups will report back to Avelius. You will help write a report and from there Averin will figure out the best way for us to make money. Now one last thing before you go about your business. I am Duty Master I hand out day to day assignments. Sterges who you already met is Quartermaster your see him for gear. The last of the senior officers is Gregor. He is Arms Master and is in charge of making sure you are up to stuff and drilled in tactics. You will all be spending some time with him on the trip to Avelius. For now though feel free to find yourself something to eat and get your rest! DISMISSED!"
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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 11, 2016 15:16:00 GMT -8
Eliza nods and dutifully heads over to the Training yard. As she goes, she turns to Silas and gives a rather demure smile. "Oh? Rather rowdy? Well, I do enjoy rowdy...alright, I'll go with you to the city. I'm Eliza, by the way." Upon reaching the yard, she lines up with the others and listens to Duty Master Caleb. "Hills group, hmm? So we just go over there and get information? That doesn't sound too bad at all. This expedition shouldn't be as terribly dangerous as I thought." |
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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 15:33:54 GMT -8
The wolf nods, shifting to his true form and howling briefly before remembering himself. His voice was much rougher now, though it had a low, underlying rhythm that matches
"Sorry, got a little carried away. Looks like we're in the same pack eh Oliver? And you must be Silas."
He extended one paw towards his new packmate.
"My name's Cairex, Oliver here was just telling me about some crazy drunken fun you had."
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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 11, 2016 20:42:03 GMT -8
"It's a pleasure to meet you Eliza." Silas offered to shake her hand, for it was a day for that. His grip was lighter then it might have been for he enjoyed feminine touch. "My name is Silas." The ulterior goal, however was to check if she had calluses from using the bow. Silas responded to her remark. "I hate to be a pessimist, but you might consider preparing for the worst. There was a lot of tension and change of power in Alban in the past few decades. Silas considered his own mission. The groups seemed to have been chosen well. His all carried little. They would make good time over a wide open space. He nodded along with the others. "The name's Silas. That last time got a little out of hand." Silas shook the wolfmans hand. "Hopefully no one, umm, dies this time. Got off the easy in Stonevale...I guess that's why we do this on the last night." |
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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 12, 2016 0:49:09 GMT -8
(Training Yard) After heading out of the Quartermasters Tent towards the Training Yard, he listened to the words of Duty Master Caleb assigning him his role in this adventure. He was in a group with the pretty girl and the moving armored tower. Well, this would be interesting. Although he was still hungry and tired, he was very excited. "Gaitherin' information, eh? Weel, if ye say sae." he said to Master Caleb. Then he decided to introduce himself to his companions. The first one he saw, was Eliza Opal . "Dornt fash yerse, lass. Willnae be tay radge wi' me an' th' other bloke ( Damtion ) aroond. If anythin' happens, jist hide behin' heem. There's enaw space fur th' baith ay us." he said and chuckled. "Anyway mah nam is Rognar Hammerborn. Tt is braw tae meit ye." |
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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 12, 2016 12:52:41 GMT -8
Eliza shakes Silas's hand gently. Her hand would be soft and uncalloused, but Silas might notice a heavy shooting glove attached to her belt. The glove looks well-used and worn.
"Ooh...sounds like an adventure. Alright, I can't wait."
She turns to Rognar curiously when he speaks, barely able to understand his accent.
"Er...right. Thanks, sir."
Reaching into her pocket, she quickly feels her coinpurse to check how much cash she has on hand.
"Alright, then. Should we head out now?"
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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 12, 2016 13:45:44 GMT -8
Cairex barely avoided the look of surprise that crossed his face.
"Wait, someone died? That's not common is it? Thought you civilized folk were supposed to be against killing each other?"
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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 12, 2016 20:04:52 GMT -8
With his group assigned, the armored face-plate of Damtion would seem to tilt slightly downwards towards his other two companions as if to size them up silently. The dark pits that were the eye holes in his great-helm's face plate watching silently as they conversed. It seemed it was time for introductions at this point.
"I am Damtion," his low and dark tone rung from within the helm quietly once both of them had finished their pieces. He would not say anymore, instead hoisting his great-sword upon his shoulder once more and lumbering off into the now darkening evening air of the camp. The sound of his armor moving was soon drowned out by the bustle of the camp as he disappeared into the rest of the Silver Hawk Camp. He would not be joining the others on their night of debauchery and would remain at the camp.
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Captain Arthur Maddock
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 28
Physical Description: Arthur is of roughly average height for a human male at 5'10", with a light but solid build of essentially no body fat at about 160 lbs. His figure, nonetheless, is very striking thanks to his hair (so pale blonde as to look white in almost any light) and eyes (ostensibly a light grey, but appearing silver in many settings). A very quick way to get on the Captain's bad side is to call his face androgynous, pretty, or anything of the sort -- the eccentric pirate has heard it often before, and generally responds violently. Considering his profession, Arthur has incredibly few scars... whether due to prowess in battle or cunningly avoiding it being a matter of some debate outside of his crew.
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Clothes and Equipment: Arthur is almost always clad in one of several identical outfits consisting of his black tricorn hat trimmed in a dark red (and adorned with what the Captain often claims is "a genuine pixie skull, mate"), a lace-up white shirt generally worn unlaced at the top to help him stay cool and because he thinks it looks dashing, black lace-up pants worn laced up and belted with a length of silk cloth because it wouldn't do to have one's pants fall down in a boarding action, very fine black leather boots, and generally a black long coat with a very elaborate, high collar to shield him from both sun and inclement weather. Like many sailors he wears some few ornaments, primarily beads, in his hair -- even the few he wears tend to click together when he turns his head rapidly or in a strong wind. His only jewelry consists of an old silver signet ring bearing caravels on waves and, like almost every member of the Silver Shrike's crew, a simple necklace bearing a ship's wheel charm. Arthur keeps several daggers concealed about his person, like any sensible brigand, and carries his schiavona -- a basket-hilted blade much like a slightly shorter, broader rapier, a weapon of war rather than one for dueling and useful for both cut and thrust -- at all times, including to the head or bed. He has been known to carry a hand-crossbow for the initial stages of a boarding action.
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Player's online availability : Variable. PST.
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 14:16:58 GMT -8
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Post by Captain Arthur Maddock on Apr 13, 2016 23:06:19 GMT -8
Meanwhile, the Silver Shrike had been made ready... not that there was much to do. Cargo had been shifted, freeing up the vast majority of the hold, and the ship's quartermaster had worked with the camp's to plan the transfer of, and allocate space for, the camp's gear. This done, the majority of the hold had been converted into crew space. It wouldn't be luxurious -- all but the leaders would be sleeping in hammocks like the majority of the ship's crew -- but it was dry, warm, and sheltered. What more could you ask? The bosun had voluntarily left his tiny cabin, freeing it up for Sir Averin, and moved in with the rest of the ship's crew... none of whom were sleeping in the hold with the camp. The best way to avoid fights between sailors and landsmen, after all, was to keep them separate. Captain Maddock still hadn't left the ship since that first trip ashore; he didn't care for land much.
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Eirwynn Rodrick
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 28
Physical Description: Of average height for a human, Eirwynn is 5'5" and curvaceous, with slightly-tanned skin and a sturdy bone structure. She has dark brown hair that falls to just past her shoulders, and hazel eyes that have often been described as 'mercurial', as their exact coloring shifts between varying shades of brown, gold, and green depending upon her mood. Her face is attractive, if not beautiful in an eye-catching way, and she has often been described as 'cute' - which is a surefire way to end up with a sword pointed at your face. She has a smattering of scars across her body, including one across the right side of her face that bisects her eyebrow and continues down below her eye, but that's likely to be expected, given her chosen career.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her chosen attire generally consists of a pair of tight-fitting brown breeches, paired with a low-cut white shirt with slightly-loose sleeves, and a pair of low-heeled brown leather boots that come to a stop just shy of her knees. This is occasionally accessorized with any of a number of underbust corsets in varying colors, and/or a long brown coat that she often wears open. Typical accessories consist of a two brown leather belts - one wide, which seems to be purely for ornamental purposes (aside from holding her sword's scabbard), and a thinner one which carries a few pouches that hold various items (compass, coins, and a few heinous powders, mostly) - a red sash tied around her hips, and a number of charms and beads strung throughout her hair. She has two necklaces that she never takes off, one bearing a ship's wheel charm, and the other bearing a trio of roughly-cut semi-precious stones in black, blue, and white. She has a schiavona which never leaves her side, even when she's sleeping. What is perhaps her most distinctive possession is an oddly-shaped wood-and-metal club that she wears at her hip; despite its appearance, the item is in fact a weapon, and a projectile one at that, which she fondly refers to as her 'Thumper', given the noise the projectile bludgeoning instrument makes when it impacts its intended target - usually someone's skull. Enchanted by one of the rare wizards (who happens to be a close family friend) of Alban, the instrument is bespelled to return to her hand once thrown. It's her favored method of disciplining crew members, and they've all learned to fear the odd weapon, especially when it begins to emanate smoke as a sign of its owner's annoyance.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:59:40 GMT -8
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Post by Eirwynn Rodrick on Apr 16, 2016 18:46:49 GMT -8
Of course, most of that work had been done by Arthur's efficient and scary first mate. With everything done, she reported to the Captain that they were ready to set sail whenever the group returned from Travere, and kindly suggested (meaning she told him to get his arse out of his bunk and above decks) that he make ready for when the mercenary band was ready. Sauntering onto the deck herself, she began calling out orders to the crewmen who were taking a moment to themselves.
"A'right, ye lot, get those ladders down! We need t'be ready t'set out th' moment those landlubbers get back from their frolickin' in th' city! I want these sails read t'be let loose an' that anchor ready t'be raised th' second they're all set in th' 'old! Now BLOODY WELL GET MOVIN'!" They all knew better than to ignore the temperamental first mate's orders and began scrambling around, lowering half a dozen rope ladders over the rails on each side of the ship. While they did that, Eirwynn herself trotted up to the bow and hopped up onto the bowsprit, grabbing the nearby rope so that she could lean forward and call down to those on the ground.
"Let yer cap'n know that we're ready t'set sail th' moment his crew returns an' boards! Th' skies be callin' our names!"
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Trudgelme
New
Aspiring adventurer
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: 24
Physical Description: Standing just 3'8" tall with an athletic physique. He has dark brown, hairless skin and the slate grey eyes of a hunter. Pointed ears and a large nose standout on his bald head.
Clothes and Equipment: Studded leather armor and cloak of browns and greens
Quarterstaff and Shortbow crafted by his elven family
Dagger
Pack (2 waterskins, flint & steel, torch, rope, 5 days rations, map case)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 8:57:18 GMT -8
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Post by Trudgelme on Apr 21, 2016 16:05:10 GMT -8
Trudge rides his giant wolf spider companion into camp hoping he's not already too late for his first adventure and that he hasn't screwed this up before even beginning. Hearing that someone was trying to restore peace and an end to strife to Alban brought he, Snuggles (his spider), and his skills as a scout, tracker and archer to a mercenary camp full of seasoned individuals of dominating stature.
He dismounts outside of camp and holds his bow out to his side awaiting a response while comforting Snuggles to keep him from bolting into hiding.
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