Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86 
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Apr 2, 2016 13:59:36 GMT -8
The Wyld is a place fraught with danger, wild and untamed as one would expect an ancient forest to be. The giant looming trunks are filled with equally large creatures, and it's rumored that even the plant life isn't safe to those who would intrude. Only the Fae dare roam here without fear.
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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 May 29, 2016 19:25:07 GMT -8
Damtion would march along in colum along with the other mercenaries, his form towering over most as he forged along near the front of the formation. Perhaps the only who would be taller would be Cairex depending on what form he currently held.
The armored hulk seemed as cool as ever, even in the deep Wyld, even though any moment now they would undoubtedly encounter the violent creatures that inhabited this place.
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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 May 29, 2016 19:39:03 GMT -8
Eliza walked alongside Damtion, quiet as ever. Hopefully, they wouldn't run into any troubles today. She really didn't want to end up having any sort of problem, but she'd heard all the stories. Perhaps they would be lucky.
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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 May 29, 2016 19:59:09 GMT -8
Cairex marched along as well, near the right edge of the center of the column, though perhaps march was not the best word choice, as he did not do that. For the first time since joining the Silver Hawks, he had his sword out for a purpose other than maintenance, the massive blade wielded like it was nothing in a single paw. He would have to see about getting a pair of gauntlets like Madadh had, they would be much more conducive to his fighting style than his sword was...though he was fond of the sword, perhaps they could be used in conjunction? He mostly kept quiet as well, as all of his senses, heightened in his natural form, were strained for each and every noise, smell, or sight that would seem to be even remotely threatening towards the party. This forest, while seemingly a fitting home for the Wolf, felt off to him, like there were things here that did not belong in any normal forest.
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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 May 30, 2016 16:03:06 GMT -8
Averin marched at the head of the column not for the first time cursing his lack of a horse. With the undergrowth horses weren't practical and he hadn't even brought any from Gauldin. So as much as he wished he had one it just wasn't happening. His eyes were constantly roving the tree looking for signs of impending attack. That they hadn't yet was a small miracle, but it was only the first hour. He knew their luck would not hold, it wasn't a question of if the would be attack, but when.
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on May 30, 2016 19:26:12 GMT -8
The underbrush near the column shuddered suddenly, and then tall fronds parted as a large furry shape came tumbling out. It appeared to be a bear cub, albeit an exceptionally big one - understandable, given the size of the wildlife within the Wyld, but it was still quite cute. Even if it was four feet tall at the shoulder. It landed in a heap, looking dazed, and then turned big brown eyes up on Eliza Opal, and made a loud noise that was half-growl, half-bleating, as though it were asking for help. It was honestly an adorable creature. But wherever there's a baby bear, the mother is bound to be around somewhere...
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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 May 31, 2016 3:22:10 GMT -8
Cairex's eyes went wide at the sight of the monstrous bear cub. Given his experience with bears, he had a bad feeling that not only was "momma" not far away, but that she was also much bigger than any bear any of them had ever fought. And bears weren't exactly known for being friendly, especially when their cubs were perceived to be threatened.
His grip tightened on his sword and his fur stood on end in anticipation of the coming fight. It was time to finally earn his pay.
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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 May 31, 2016 17:11:34 GMT -8
Damtion's great helm visor would turn to look at the bear cub as it approached. He too knew what this could mean, and the grip on his great-sword tightened slightly as he prepared for a fight. He would lower the great sword off his shoulder, holding the huge blade in one hand for now, it would extend quite a distance in front of him.
Any moment now for sure they would be attacked by the mother bear, it seemed inevitable to Damtion.
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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 May 31, 2016 22:09:55 GMT -8
"Wah!"
Eliza looked down at the bear that had landed before her. It certainly was cute, but after having a bad experience with a woodchuck, she had learned not to trust wild animals no matter how cute they were. She drew her bow carefully and stepped back, moving away from the bear and next to Damtion. After a moment's hesitation, she tossed the little bear a piece of beef jerky.
"Eat that and don't call your momma, ok?"
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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 Jun 2, 2016 8:03:54 GMT -8
Averin looked over when the bear cub tumbled from the brush. His hand instantly goes to his sword and he loosens it in it's scabbard. He raises his hand and calls out orders.
"Form up and back away slowly from the cub."
His men obey instantly forming a tight defensive ring as they move away from the cub. This was going to end poorly Averin knew it.
"Spear men take lead."
The men with the longer pole arms take the outside of the ring. It wouldn't do much good against the bear, but the longer weapons were better than swords against opponents of considerable size.
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jun 2, 2016 13:14:33 GMT -8
Despite their precautions, it was too late: The bleating of the cub, who was now eating the jerky Eliza had thrown to it, had drawn its mother. They could feel its approaching, the earth shaking beneath every impact of its mammoth feet, until finally it burst through the trees nearby, toppling some of the smaller ones as it roared. More than thirty feet tall, the enraged bear was covered in fur so dark a brown it was nearly black, its teeth as long as a man's leg. It bellowed angrily at those perceived to be threatening its cub and raised its right forepaw, which was easily the size of a large horse, huge claws gleaming wickedly in the dim light filtering down from above as it swiped at the column of weapon-bearing men. The cub, thinking that its mother's arrival meant the humans were a threat, bleated in fear and scampered off into the underbrush to wait out the confrontation.
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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 Jun 2, 2016 16:33:34 GMT -8
Cairex, though inwardly shocked by the sheer size of the bear in front of him, immediately sprang into action. He was not a phalanx or shield wall type warrior, wolves in general were about small, loose formations in order to remain fluid in combat and take down larger prey. Which is all this bear really was, nothing but an...extremely large prey animal.
He began moving to the right, signalling his intention to Damtion and hoping he knows to go to the left. As soon as he was out of the bear's field of vision, hopefully narrowed due to it dealing with the threat of the spearmen, he would launch his attack, leaping through the air at the bear's underside, sword first and hoping to slam it home deep inside the bears chest.
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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 Jun 2, 2016 20:44:14 GMT -8
Damtion would take the cue from his fellow lupine comrade, and would move to flank the bear to the left, huge great-sword held in both hands now and ready to swing downwards as the huge knight lumbered into position. The knight was surprisingly fast for his size, and the weight of the heavy armor he wore.
He was also not part of the phalanx like formation along with Cairex, although this was because he did not have the proper equipment for it. The huge sword the silent knight wielded would be effective at taking down this large bear however. As Cairex attacked the right flank of the bear, Damtion would bring his huge great sword down in a slashing motion at the bear's flank, stepping inward with his right foot as he did so.
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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 Jun 3, 2016 13:07:09 GMT -8
As the massive bear approached, Eliza stepped back, away from Damtion and Cairex. They could stab it, that was their job. As for her, she chose to try and shoot the bear in the face with a broadhead arrow. As she fired, she watched Damtion nervously, hoping that he wouldn't get banged up too badly inside his armor. She never had seen him without his armor, and actually had no idea what he looked like. Perhaps he was a pile of chickens stacked up inside. She might never find out.
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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 Jun 3, 2016 13:17:38 GMT -8
The formation did not break in front of the bear. They did however quake, many of the men not ready for the beast. Still as the paw descended the stuck our their spears trying to drive the behemoth back. Of course if the massive bear ignored the pin prick like spears, then the sweep of it's claw would send at least three men flying.
Averin took a more proactive approach and darted forward. He ducked under the swiping claw and drove An Dli up towards the bears armpit, or that was the plan. Unfortunately he was unused to his increased speed and stepped too far in. He rebounded off the bears bulky chest and crashed to the ground.
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jun 3, 2016 15:16:31 GMT -8
The bear was so enraged that it didn't even really acknowledge the pain of the attacks - except for the fact that they made it even more angry. It roared and swiped at the men with the spears, the tough pads of its paws taking the spear points without any real reaction. The blow to its left flank, delivered by Damtion, made it whirl around with an enraged bellow to smack at the armored figure with that giant paw. Turning in that manner made Cairex's blow miss, no longer being the potentially deadly strike it could have been and instead causing his sword to hit the back of the bear's foreleg - which, naturally, enraged the creature yet further. It lunged around, jaws snapping at the wolfman in an attempt to snatch him up and devour him.. or at least bite him in half. It was littered with wounds now, thick blood leaking from a number of lacerations.
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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 Jun 4, 2016 8:26:19 GMT -8
Cairex lunged forward, rolling under the beast's jaw as it snapped at his waist. This was either going to work or it wasn't, but if it didn't work it wasn't like he would know...cause he would probably be dead. As he hopefully rolled under the beast's jaw he would slam his sword upwards, seeking to embed it in the beast's throat, or at least its jaw.
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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 Jun 4, 2016 20:06:20 GMT -8
Damtion would use his great sword to ward off the attack, using the weapon's massive size as a sort of makeshift shield in between him and the giant bear. He would face the flat of the blade towards the bear to receive the blow. The strike from the bear would glance off Damtion's guard thankfully, although even then it would have sent any normal man flying. Instead the armor figure would just slide back a few inches in the dirt, his form standing strong.
Once the bear turned his attention away, Damtion would go on the offensive once again, but this time he would try a different attack. Lowering the hilt of his blade to his waist, point of his blade still pointing upward towards the bear as he clenched the handle of the great sword in both hands, he would lunge forward with the huge reach of the great sword in a stabbing attack. The intent of the attack being to bury the huge great sword into the bear's flank for a critical hit.
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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 Jun 5, 2016 19:03:24 GMT -8
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Averin chastise himself as he rolls to the left away from the bear. He had known that the Wildling blessing had increased his physical capabilities so why hadn't he practiced with them? He should have know it wouldn't have been easy to adjust to suddenly being stronger and faster. He had just been in such a rush that he had charged in blindly. Both into this fight and into The Wyld. What difference would a day or two of practice have made? Even as he laments the young knight comes to his feet and darts behind the massive beast. He sends a quick horizontal swipe to the monstrosities left leg, hoping to hamstring it.
Meanwhile Averin's men had been saved from a gruesome fate, thanks to Cairex. They seized the distraction the wolf provided by wading in and thrusting with their spears. They were watching carefully shield men ready to block blows as needed. They would still be batted away, but they wouldn't die which was preferable.
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jun 5, 2016 19:18:44 GMT -8
The bear jerked in anger as Damtion plunged his sword into its flank, cutting deeply into the flesh and leaving a gaping wound that severely hampered the beast's mobility. That instinctive spasm was the only thing that kept Cairex's sword from plunging into the beast's skull, but it did cut deeply into the side of its face, taking out the left eye. And then Averin severed that important tendon in the back of the same leg, causing the limb to seize violently as it ceased working properly. Now dragging a useless hind limb, the bear was also bleeding and half-blind, and it balanced precariously on the right hind leg and left fore as it continued to lash about with that giant right forepaw, and snap with its large mouth. But it was also staggering, bleeding from multiple wounds and consistently getting jabbed by spears. It wouldn't be long before the beast fell due to blood loss, and then it could be taken out.
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