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 14:05:04 GMT -8
The center of the Fae culture and people, Scáth’leann is the not-quite-city of these wild druids, and it is here that they live and work.
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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 12, 2016 21:53:01 GMT -8
Averin strode through the gates of Scáth’leann. His head was held high,his left hand resting casually on the pommel of An Dli, his gait confident and self assured. The rest of his company marched in behind him and his Bear Cub waddled in next to him. The remainder of their trip had been uneventful and surprisingly swift. Still what they had seen and heard had proven the rumors of The Wyld to be true.
Once they were through the gate Avein paused. The city was breath taking in it's beauty. A perfect mixture of nature and culture. The tree decorated with lights and buildings of finer make than anything a mortal could produce. The fae though had eternal lives and the time to create such beauty. The man who would be king tears his eyes from his city and he searches. He doesn't doubt that a welcome part will meet them shortly, if they aren't already present.
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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 12, 2016 21:59:23 GMT -8
Indeed, as Averin and his party entered the city, a group of guards approached the group and eyed them with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. Many Fae were peering down from their homes higher in the trees, whispers and chatter flying around. They'd heard word that the heir of Arach was coming with An Dli, but they hadn't believed it. But this proved it was true. The leader of the group of guards looked at them, then zeroed in on Averin.
"You are Arach? The Mór Crann is expecting you. Your party must remain here, but they will be given food and drink. Follow us." With that, the guards moved to encircle Averin, and lead him up the many flights of stairs to the Mór Crann's home.
<Exit to Home of the Mór Crann>
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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 14, 2016 13:36:34 GMT -8
It was perhaps an hour or so later when Averin is lead back to his men. He gather them all including Eliza Opal, Damtion, and Sir Cairex Forgepyre. Once they are assembled he takes them in. They had seen him through much. It seemed almost cruel that on the most dangerous part of this quest, they would have to take a back seat. Still the Fae had made their demand and there was nothing he could do about it. He clears his throat and says solemnly. "The Fae have given me their bargain. For their blessing they have asked that I travel to the dragons run. There I need to retrieve an artifact in the possession of a red wyrm. I will most likely have to do battle with it in the process. The Fae have made it clear I must do this alone. They will shelter you for two weeks. If I am not back by then they will turn you out into The Wyld. If I am not back by then I am most likely dead. Are there any questions?"
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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 14, 2016 15:23:31 GMT -8
The wildlings had settled things properly. A straight up brawl, and when Averin won he became the new leader. Simple, straight, and to the point. Leave it to the damn pointy-ears to make things complicated and ridiculous. He shook his head at what the Fae were requiring Averin to do.
"Sounds to me like they don't expect you to survive Averin, but you are going to go anyway aren't you?"
Means more waiting around while other people got to fight. He kicked a rock then glanced over at his pack. Maybe they could go hunting while they waited for Averin to return.
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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 14, 2016 22:50:36 GMT -8
Damtion did not seem to be too bothered at being left in the city. Indeed he stood silently, only nodding slightly in response to Averin. Damtion would follow his orders without question.
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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 16, 2016 15:58:00 GMT -8
"I don't have a choice Cairex. I am sure the Fae will find something for you to do while I am gone. For now though I am going to rest up, tomorrow I have to face my destiny. Gods that is a cliche line."
Averin shakes his head and departs. His men stare after him, most wearing looks of concern. How could a single man slay a dragon? Even with a magic sword? It didn't seem possible, but he was their captain they would follow orders. Even when that order was too stay behind while he went off to die. Averin would spend a restless night in bed and wake early in the morning. He would slip out and find Ailionóra, no more delays.
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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 16, 2016 17:40:58 GMT -8
There was no need to slip out and find the Fae leader; she was already on her way to the tree-home where Averin and his people had been housed for the night. Her hair was twisted up and she wore a tight-fitting robe that looked like it had been made of living leaves, exposing her arms and legs and a portion of her midriff and back. She was flanked by the members of the council, who looked at Averin with a mixture of curiosity and wariness, as though they wondered if he was actually the heir of the Arach line. Ailionóra gave him a toothy, feral grin as they met in the street, and she nodded briskly.
"I see you are prepared to depart, Averin Arach. We send you with the blessings of the Fae and the belief that you will return triumphant. May the Wyld wither in your shadow." She dipped her head in a slight bow, and the council all bowed a touch more deeply. She looked at the bear cub and beckoned it to her side with a slight gesture of her fingers, using only a hint of her druid magic to influence it and make it come her way.
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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 16, 2016 18:01:57 GMT -8
The sound of the fae leader caused a stirring among the pile of wolves surrounding Cairex. He shoved a paw and a tail off of him as he slowly rose. Fae wolves apparently enjoyed sleeping really close together, and despite his best efforts they continuously included him in it after he fell asleep. He watched as the Fae Queen approached and spoke with Averin, his eyes narrowed slightly. He did not trust a single one of them, they didn't care if Averin or any of them lived or died. He didn't relish the thought of being stuck here for two weeks while Averin got all the glory of killing a dragon.
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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 17, 2016 16:42:35 GMT -8
If Averin was surprised to find Ailionóra outside his room he didn't show it. He stares at her calmly a travel bag slung over his shoulder, hand resting on the pommel of An Dli. He listens to her words and returns her bow, matching it in depth. The cub looked at the fae woman unsure, but at his assurance and Ailionóra's magic it waddled over to the woman.
"Your words are most kind. I will see you when my task is complete."
His voice is low and calm, with only the faintest nervous edge to it. Averin curses himself for that, but it can't be helped. He was to journey to the most dangerous part of The Wyld alone. There he would fight a dragon while woefully under equipped. As Ailionóra had hinted he would have to rely on stealth and guile to avoid death. Unfortunately, neither of those were things he had trained in. He would just have to hope that fate would see him through. With nothing left to say he departs, back straight, head held high, looking every inch the king he may one day be.
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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 17, 2016 21:35:59 GMT -8
Ailionóra watched him go with an unreadable expression, but there was a hint of admiration in her cold green eyes. That man had the makings of a king, and she genuinely hoped he would survive the challenge to take his rightful place on the throne. The guards would him to the far side of the city and to the docks; there he would board a boat and be ferried across the mouth of the bay, into the Wyld northwest of the city. It would be but two days' journey to the Dragon's Run from there, and whether or not he would make it back alive was the question. Once he was out of sight, she turned back to face his companions. Interesting. Some sort of.. woman, who looked useless, an archer, a man in armor, and a wolf-man who had managed to gain himself a pack of Wyld wolves. That earned an arched brow, and then she spoke.
"Come. I would hear the story of your adventures so far with Averin Arach." She gestured to the group, leading them toward an open seating area that was shaded by tree branches woven overhead. She sank down onto a plushly cushioned chair and gestured to the quartet spaced out before her on the other side of a table, as the rest of the Council departed. Guards lingered nearby to protect their leader while a few Fae appeared bearing trays with food and drink. This was set before them, and Ailionóra accepted a cup of fragrant spiced tea.
"Eat and drink as you will. I wish to hear your tale." This command uttered, she sipped at her tea, watching them all curiously.
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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 18, 2016 14:57:25 GMT -8
Cairex followed the woman warily after Sir Averin had left, the wolf pack trotting faithfully at his heels. He trusted the wildlings and had heard their stories of the fae depredations against their people. He thoroughly sniffed the food and drink prepared before eating or drinking it. If it did not smell or appear poisonous he would eat slowly, stabbing a piece with his claw to put it in his mouth. He would wait for someone else to start talking first, preferring to observe their interactions before speaking himself.
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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 18, 2016 18:01:50 GMT -8
Damtion would follow Ailionóra to wherever she led the group. Once there he would set aside his great sword before seating himself in a chair that seemed quite small compared to the knight who sat in it.
He would not speak first either, instead staring right at Ailionóra, or rather he appeared to. It was hard to tell with the great helm he wore for the most part. The knight seemed somewhat out of place in the seating area sitting in the chair. He did not take any of the food or drink, and did not so much as even move once he sat down. He sat perfectly straight and still for the most part, with his gauntlet covered hands resting on his knees. It seemed that despite his efforts to fit in by actually sitting with the group instead of standing off to the side ominously with his great sword did not accomplish much.
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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 19, 2016 23:07:45 GMT -8
Her gaze darted between those present, and then those green eyes rolled. How boring, they were being entirely silent.
"If you will not speak, then I will leave you to your silence." She pushed herself up out of the chair and made to leave. Then she froze, seeming to have an idea, and cast an assessing glance at Cairex. "..You. That you managed to gain yourself a pack of the Wyld is impressive. What is your name?" Even as she asked this question, there was a change about her. Her simple leaf robe was slowly covered by armor that seemed to grow simply at her will, and appeared to be made of bark, but which had an odd glint to it, almost of metal. A Fae attendant nearby noticed this, and took off at a run, clearly intent on retrieving something.
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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 20, 2016 4:13:49 GMT -8
Hmmm, as was typical of their journey his companions had no desire to speak up, which is primarily why the story of their journey was so damn boring. Averin had all the good stories, not them. He was certain that they had seen the only interesting parts of their journey, namely the fights with the bear and his take over of the wolf pack.
"Cairex Forgepyre....ma'am." The last was said almost as an afterthought, the word slipping through his snout in a manner that did not seem to imply respect. He watched in silence as the armor began to appear on the Fae Leader, perhaps he had offerred some disrespect by not speaking and now they would fight. Good.
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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 20, 2016 9:46:20 GMT -8
Those green eyes were lit with a cold fire that burned as they peered at him. So. He was not afraid to show that he didn't respect her. How similar to the Wildlings was this man? She continued to stare at him in silence for several long moments, and then several things happened nearly at once: The Fae who had hurried off returned bearing a set of gauntlets and a longspear with a two foot long blade on it - the gauntlets and the blade both seemed to be made of an odd stone, and the blade was so sharp the razor's edge was visible. The other thing that happened was a large black tiger with pale bluish-grey stripes strolled up, wearing a saddle and bridle with reins. It sat down near the Fae woman and waited, red eyes watching and waiting. Ailionóra took the gauntlets and snapped them onto her wrists, before taking the spear in her left hand.
"To best an Alpha of the Wyld is no small task. I believe you are a skilled hunter. As such, you and your pack are welcome to Hunt with me." Without waiting for an answer, she moved over to the tiger, and as it stood, slid easily onto its back, situating herself on the saddle and grabbing the reins with her right hand. She turned and looked at him with an arched brow. "Will you come?"
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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 20, 2016 10:09:20 GMT -8
That was definitely not what he had been expecting from her. A look of surprise crossed his face before he stood, his posture indicating to his pack that it was time to be leaving. A hunt eh? No better way to spend the time in his opinion. Maybe these Fae weren't so bad after all, provided the target wasn't a wildling of course. One of the wolves approached Cairex, his sword and sheath in its mouth, and dropped them at his feet. He buckled the large sword across his back and nodded at the Fae leader.
"My pack and I will join you on your hunt, Fae. What is the prey?"
His tone was a bit more friendly this time, the fae having caught him off guard. He was still suspicious that this was a trick or trap of some sort, but he would never turn down a hunt, his pack would lose respect for him.
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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 20, 2016 10:33:46 GMT -8
Her lips tilted in amusement at his response, and she nodded once, briskly, as she saw him ready himself. It pleased her that he would join her.
"Trolls and giants have been troubling the southeastern border of the city. I mean to make them regret the decision." She cast a quick glance toward the Fae attendants that lingered nearby, speaking to them in the lilting, musical language of the Fae - one of them moved to corral the attention of the bear cub Averin had rescued, and would clearly care for it while they were gone. Then she looked back at Cairex and smirked.
"Let us Hunt." Heeling her feline steed into motion, it loped smoothly through the streets to the gate, and then out into the Wyld.
<Exit>
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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 20, 2016 10:53:48 GMT -8
Trolls and giant made for excellent prey. Although if they were anything like the rest of the creatures in these damnable woods, they would be formidable prey, a giant here could easily be almost 100ft tall! But it mattered not, they would hunt it regardless of the size or danger. He howled to his pack to signify the start of the hunt to them and took off, his usually bipedal form making use of all four limbs to keep pace with the tiger, something the wolves would have no trouble doing over the long term. The tiger could possibly beat them in a sprint, but over any length of time or distance the hefty endurance of the wolves would allow them to make a punishing pace. With Cairex at the lead, the wolves had caught up with the tiger by the time it was passing through the gates, and they howled once more to tell the Wyld that they were coming.
<Exit>
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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 22, 2016 10:25:35 GMT -8
<Later that day>
Ailionóra and Cairex returned victorious and covered in blood, and a great cry went up from the Fae assembled as the Fae leader slid down off her mount. Turning to Cairex, she smirked.
"Go, rest and wash. You will receive a Hunter's feast tonight, Cairex the Wyldwolf." Taking her own advice, Ailionóra made her way to the nearest tree and began to ascend the ramp there, moving steadily upward and inward on the path to her home. Cairex would be led to a place where he could bathe and rest, and given whatever food he desired.
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