Urist Ranulfin
Committed
'ere little piggie!
Roleplay posts: 91 
Age: 132
Physical Description: An extremely bulky, and hardy Dwarf fitting their stereotype quite well. He has a great brown beard, and a head shaved clean to help wear his helmet. He is moderately sized for a Dwarf (4ft) but his boots bump that him up to 4'3. His mustache is waxed to be very wide, whilst his beard is in long and very thick braids a sword could get stuck in.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of meteoric iron armour with all sorts of mostly anti-magic enhancements. This metal plate armour is covered with a thin dragon skin. Under it he wears a simple leather jerkin and pants. His boots are massive steel-capped things that create sparks whenever he runs on a hard surface. He is armed with a massive great hammer, creating flames when struck. Finally, his helmet is a great thing, steel, but plated with black obsidian and dragon egg shell and with golden wings. In his back-pack is an old, but reliable crossbow that has a pull a giant would struggle with. He also has a long hook and reel somewhere on him. On his belt are a secondary and much smaller axe, and hammer, whilst on his back is a rather massive and thick shield. He also carries a rather massive book which he never shares the details of. Finally, across his back is a massive fur cape, which if one pays attention to is of humanoid origin.... Adorning his fingers are fat golden rings with all kinds of patterns, but on one hands's fingers is engraved "Urist" in common, whilst in the other in Dwarfish. A gold chain is on his neck, while silver braces are on both of his hands, over his armour as decoration. This mass of equipment means that he rarely strays from civilization, and when he does he is always hunting for something to eat, for it is tiring to carry all the gear he does.
Registered: Jul 9, 2016 13:07:48 GMT -8
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Jul 25, 2016 17:46:15 GMT -8
The Dwarf grunted, displeased. Very well, if the creature had no apparent centre, he would just have to keep hitting it until that made no difference. First just jumping and swinging his two weapons into the air, he soon found a suitable rock. Getting a running start, he would make a massive leap, turning over his axe and hammer to the pick-side to hopefully latch onto the creature's back, and then get on and hack away unimpeded. Whether or not the creature was agile enough to evade the Dwarf getting on-top and above it was to yet be seen.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jul 26, 2016 5:29:59 GMT -8
By now Jun had observed the battle for some time, and so had her benevolent fire... ghost... elemental... battlefield thingy.
The presence spoke to Jun. That thing doesn't appreciate fire does it?
Jun looked down at her compatriots and their allies. "Huh." She decided to fly in closer. She made a wide circle and then went in, a wide, rapid arc which would more than likely draw the attention of the creature. For a brief second she would be almost in front of its face. More importantly she'd leave a trail of heat and fire which would likely rip a large hole in the behemoth's miasmatic defense...
If she could avoid getting swiped out of the sky, she'd immediately pull up to a safe distance and prepare for another pass.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 20:28:52 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 18:18:49 GMT -8
Catriona stayed well out of range of the beast, not looking to be swiped amongst their comrades as it still was enraged and well ready to fight, keeping tucked to Sidarin's side almost protectively. From this distance, she couldn't hope to draw a bow far enough to cover the distance with an arrow. Here, she could only watch on.
Now that she was mostly safe she could taste the blood, and a dab of her fingertips to her lips found the traces of the blood she had coughed up before the ill mist was forced back. She dismissed it and brought her eyes up again to watch, keeping well lodged to Sidarin's side with whatever he wished to do.
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Jul 26, 2016 18:27:31 GMT -8
Sid kept close to Cat coughing and wheezing a bit. Gaia that monster was terrifying. Turning to look at the massive beast he shakes his head. He feels distinctly overwhelmed and distinctly out of his league. He reaches out a hand and snags Cat's. It is a bit awkward since they are on horse back, but he needs to feel her warmth right now.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 20:28:52 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 19:20:42 GMT -8
This beast was getting quite the treatment from the forces - it was almost amusing. It was certainly enlightening - more so with the angel and the fiery mage with the oversized bird.
He made a mental note about the angel with that Sephiram seal. That would be most fun, if he could find a way to harness and restrain it.
For now his focus was on the beast while it was distracted. The acidic lightning was a neat trick - something else he would like to look into - but the near itch in his bones from his pulsing arcana was starting to irritate him. He had to release it. He took up stance, left forward and right drawn back - as if preparing for a hand to hand encounter. The right foot slid forward across the dirt and planted, where his body came around in a slow pivot. The left traced the ground in his turn, shoulders coming low. As that same foot came all the way around, the opposite hand dipped to the ground where his very fingertips scratched the dirt - and froze it in solid ice. The turn near complete, his shoulders were square to the beast ahead, and his arm lashed up quick with a powerful yell that let out a blast of frosted air from his lips from the effort.
And the power manifested. It was almost as if he has cast water by his flinging hand - a wave of ice starting from the very small bit he had started. A single spike of ice erected beside the sliver, short and small, and then another rose beside it - taller and thicker. And then another. And another. It was a quick creation - a wave of consecutive spikes of solid ice that grew with each one created until it was a deadly wall of dangerously sharp pillars that was growing to match the size of the behemoth - and likely to try and impale it in several spaces in a straight line along its course, if not damage the strange structure of the beast.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 20:28:52 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 21:54:48 GMT -8
The sudden crash of acid-laced lightning into its skeletal structure had an instantaneous and violent effect. The black bones cracked and shattered as the beast roared in agony, and half of its body crumbled away to dust on the ground. Then the dark miasma which had swirled around its body began to disappear, being drawn in to repair its body, leaving the half-formed whip-like tail to go unfinished. Apparently whatever instinctive drive it had realized that it was outnumbered and outmatched, and it realized it was time to flee. Whirling around, using its newly-formed back legs and its oversized forelimbs, it began to bound away.. following the trail of death and decay that had been left in its wake as it came to the Expanse from wherever it was it originated. The bold would be wise to follow it and destroy it before it could recuperate and strike out again. <Exit to The Myst Valley> |
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 20:28:52 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 22:02:14 GMT -8
He... ... missed? The wall of ice stood there, pointed threateningly to the sky in a number of spikes... having accomplished nothing.
... needless to say, the Elf was very displeased. All that arcana, wasted. He whistles to call his mount nearby again, climbs into the saddle, and presumably moves to enter the Expanse - there was no point in being here anymore.
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Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 323
Age: Way too old for any shenanigans.
Physical Description: In her natural form, Va'nei is a dragon. A very very large dragon. She stands 90' tall at the shoulder, and her wingspan is 480'; her body is long and slender, for a dragon, at 230' long. Her tail is longer than that of the average dragon, longer even than the rest of her body at a total 270', and dwindles to a long, thin, prehensile point capable of great dexterity and precision. She is ancient and colossal, an earth dragon of great wisdom, and appears to be covered in leaves, moss, and vines. Her eyes are a vibrant shining gold in both forms. In her human shape, she is humorously small compared to her dragon form. An average 5'6" and slender, she has long green hair and lightly-tanned skin; her skin retains a faint iridescent scale pattern, seen in certain angles of light.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in her dragon shape, Va'nei carries no equipment. As a human, she wears layered green robes and a pair of thigh-high green heeled boots. She also wears a headband with a small feathered adornment just above her left ear, and a necklace comprised of carved crystal beads.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 11:13:10 GMT -8
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Post by Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden on Jul 26, 2016 22:04:07 GMT -8
Va'nei snorted angrily as the behemoth fled, then crouched down and spread her wings, calling out in that booming voice of the earth.
"Any who cannot fly and wish to strike down this beast, climb upon my back - we will destroy it!" All of her druids answered the call, clambering up the Earthwarden's body onto her back. Once any others who wanted to venture forth had done the same, she launched into the air and flew after the creature, intent on destroying it at all costs.
<Exit>
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
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Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Jul 26, 2016 23:27:23 GMT -8
"Asadobres! Pursue it!"
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Jul 26, 2016 23:30:03 GMT -8
With a roar Asadobres flew after the beast, keeping an easy track of the monster from her position in the sky.
<exit to The Myst Valley>
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jul 27, 2016 4:03:07 GMT -8
She looked on with a triumphant feeling as her attack smashed its way into the behemoth, then with dismay as it healed nearly all of the damage she had inflicted and then proceeded to retreat.
"Ride it down Dawn Riders!"
With the Commodore at their fore, the Riders swept past the LTS forces and into the Valley where the Behemoth was hiding.
<Exit>
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jul 27, 2016 20:14:28 GMT -8
Jun flew like a blazing phoenix in the same direction as Vanei.
<Exit>
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Jul 28, 2016 11:23:52 GMT -8
Spero chases after the behemoth moving fast enough to be little more than a streak of gold and silver light.
<Exit>
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The Keata Tribe
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Registered: Aug 21, 2016 22:40:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Keata Tribe on Aug 23, 2016 12:10:08 GMT -8
<From Misty Woods> Three girls, each with cat ears, tails, and spears in their hands, found themselves waking in the morning blaze of a hot sun, beneath a sparse tree. The ground beneath them was rocky and uncomfortable, the grasses dry and sometimes serrated. Yet neither seemed surprised or unfamiliar with the biome in which they awoke. The first one, a young woman with long brown hair, spoke. "Eeeeeeeey, zsii eph! Li's sii zmsi zi ssih hehv!" The other two stirred, and eventually all three were on their feat, on the move again. |
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Sept 8, 2016 13:37:25 GMT -8
Talis lead Iania Whisperwind, Ravanys Tranir, and Lady Cassandra Winter into the Southern Savannah. The last few days had been fun by his estimation. He'd enthusiastically taken to training the Lady Winter. And while she wasn't an apt or pleasant pupil he didn't seem to mind. The young elf smiling through the ladies complaints, insults, and negative attitude with a smile. She'd even made some progress being able to summon lesser fire spirits. Though the elder spirit still proved too much for her. The only worry Talis had was for Iania. He came up to the other elf and wrapped an arm around her. He knew she hadn't wanted to return to the expanse. Still he did have one bit of good news. "We don't have to return to the grove at least. Whoever our summoner is, is in the human lands." |
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Sept 8, 2016 14:29:20 GMT -8
Iania stood, staring at the landscape laid out before them. They were coming back to the Expanse. The last place she wanted to be. She would follow Talis anywhere, but she was going to absolutely hate this. She glanced at him when he slid his arm around her waist, and a tiny smile appeared on her lips for a few brief heartbeats. Then it was gone.
"If you say so."
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Sept 9, 2016 6:25:33 GMT -8
Lady Cassandra was in a not so good mood too, though for considerably more selfish reasons. Evidently, she had something that Ravanys had called 'minor allergies' which led to her feeling terrible and sneezing all the damn time in this Savannah Grassland. And she was disappointed in her own abilities, she should have been able to summon that stupid Elder spirit by now, but all she could summon were these smaller fire being things. That her own attitude might be the problem was not something that was very likely to cross her mind, and if pointed out to her would only result in scoffing.
"How much further until we are either there or can take a break? I am sore as all hell and keep... aaachooooooo ...sneezing."
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Sept 12, 2016 10:24:14 GMT -8
Ravanys rode close to Cassandra on her big black stallion, stifling a smirk and carefully not laughing at her lady. Poor Cassandra was having a rough time of it.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 20:28:52 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 17:34:26 GMT -8
The Savannah would begin to rumble. A very mild earthquake but felt easily by any in the area. Yet, nothing happens on the surface. The motion is deep underground as the beast carves out a new path. It would begin to slow down - heavy vibrations of large creatures were above. The tremors it created eased off to nothing. The nose points towards the surface and it begins a subtle but hard wiggle - left, right, left right. The pointed head digs for the surface. Food awaits.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Oct 24, 2016 18:06:47 GMT -8
Earthquakes were rare in the Expanse. But it was distance enough away that the bulk of the Land-Tillers did not concern themselves with it. The construction of large stone towers was sometimes heralded by shaking earth.
The Land-Tillers had no response to an underground threat. What sort of resistance the creature would meet once it hit the surface remained to be seen...
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