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 18, 2016 9:20:19 GMT -8
Ravanys had immediately drawn her sword and sat ready upon the back of her stallion, who had his ears laid back and teeth bared, prepared to fight. She put herself between Cassandra and the dark spirit, knowing there was little to nothing she could do again such a creature, but still prepared to defend Cassandra to the death. As the woman behind her yelled, Ravanys turned her head and looked at the noble lady, her blue eyes calm and steady.
"You can do this, my lady. Remember what the Elves have taught you: Focus. Find your inner peace." She turned away then, her attention back on the fight. This was looking.. bad.
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Rohak of the Dittany
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Roleplay posts: 21 
Age: 37
Physical Description: 6'3, big beefy man with dark skin and big muscles
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 18:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Rohak of the Dittany on Sept 18, 2016 17:43:51 GMT -8
Rohak continued to dart in and out of the treeline when her spotted the strange party. "Oy! Friend of yours?!"
Of course he knew the strangers weren't on the same side. He had enough battle experience to know that much. He could tell by their posture they were casters of some kind.
"Commander!" A party of Havburg knights had finally arrived towards the edge of the forest. They cried out to Rohak. Rohak started to sprint in the opposite direction of the party towards the knights.
"Hey! Over here! Over heeeere!" Rohak decided to try to draw the creature away from the caster. "All units! Attack!" The knights would charge forward. Some were archers and others were cataphracts armed with lances.
Even though they were no match for the beast, Rohak and his men would try to distract the creature and buy the newcomers some time to charge their spells.
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The Dark Spirit
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: A formless mass of darkness, that can when occasion calls manifest two crimson eyes. As it grows in power it's form will become more distinct.
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Registered: Jul 25, 2016 17:37:16 GMT -8
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Post by The Dark Spirit on Sept 18, 2016 18:05:08 GMT -8
Rohak didn't have to try and get the bears attention. It's focus was mostly on him. Though it did let out a bellowing roar when it spotted the other summoners approaching. The Dark Spirit didn't care if the bear died in the process. It simply wanted Rohak dead. So long as the bear lived it would move and it would take much to bring it down using conventional means. So accepting any attacks thrown it's way the beast rears up and slaps a massive paw at Rohak. The blow strong enough to rent a large tree in twain.
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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 18, 2016 18:26:52 GMT -8
Talis wasn't sure what to do. The knights were attacking the bear and that was bad. But if the bear killed anyone that was also bad. Also, Cassandra needed help and he needed to attack and it was all a little much. He freezes in uncertainty. But then he sees Iania coming up next to him. She was in danger. If they didn't stop the Dark Spirit she might get hurt. So he snaps out of it and starts yelling at people.
"DON'T HUT THE BEAR IT'S POSSESSED! CASSANDRA STOP TRYING TO COMMAND THE ELDER SPIRIT! IT'S YOUR PARTNER NOT YOUR SERVANT! GIANT BEAR! I DON'T KNOW EAT LIGHTNING!"
Then he begins to channel the coiling lightning serpent writhing around him before unleashing a bolt of lightning.
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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 18, 2016 20:44:02 GMT -8
Iania remained near Talis as she continued to draw on the power of the trees. As she did so, her appearance changed slightly, small sprouts of greenery growing out of her skin and slowly transforming her hair into a waterfall of moss. The trees began to fluff up and wriggle in response to her reaching as they fed her energy.
(Charge 2)
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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 19, 2016 15:23:56 GMT -8
Her...partner? She didn't have a partner, nobody was equal to her right? Except a princess or a queen, or even an empress. Or her stupid brother. Ravanys? Well, socially speaking Ravanys was not her equal at all, but she was her friend? Probably. Bit of a strange feeling having a friend. A warm feeling though. Very warm. Hot, in fact. Like a raging fire...
The form of a flaming bird soared over her shoulder and streaked towards the bear. Cassandra could feel its power emanating through her, it felt strange but she had done it!
"I DID IT!!"
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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 19, 2016 20:23:45 GMT -8
Ravanys instinctively ducked her head as she felt something unbelievably hot soar over her, and she looked on in wonder. Holy hell. Cassandra had done it.
"So you did, my lady. Keep your focus on that thing and see what you can do about that dark spirit."
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Rohak of the Dittany
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 37
Physical Description: 6'3, big beefy man with dark skin and big muscles
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 18:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Rohak of the Dittany on Sept 20, 2016 7:35:23 GMT -8
"Don't kill it?! EASIER SAID THAN DO-"
The creature's almighty swipe snapped Rohak's greatsword like a twig. He was thrown on his back. Immediately afterwards two cataphract warriors charged in with lances. "Don't kill huh? Alright, take THIS!" Each of them attacked the creature from opposite sides. They aimed their lances low and targetted the space inside the creature's limbs so that the creature would be thrown off balance.
The mounted archers, with their precision aiming, focused on the creatures great paws. "Master Rohak!" Someone tossed Rohak a heavy iron kite shield. Rohak rushed in. "I'm not scared of you you ugly bastard!" He used both hands to stabilize the shield and then rammed into the bear's attacks.
"ANY TIME NOW!" He cried out to the casters.
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The Dark Spirit
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: A formless mass of darkness, that can when occasion calls manifest two crimson eyes. As it grows in power it's form will become more distinct.
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Registered: Jul 25, 2016 17:37:16 GMT -8
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Post by The Dark Spirit on Sept 22, 2016 9:14:40 GMT -8
The bear simply ignored the hits to its paws. Well, it certainly hurt the beast, the thing that controlled it didn't care one whit. Indeed the pain just made the bear hate humans more. Which made The Dark Spirit's control more absolute. What did get its attention was the summoning of the elder spirit of fire. The beast whirls toward Cassandra likely scattering the horse bound knights who'd tried to knock it off balance.
"NO!"
The voice of the great spirit roars within the gathered people's minds first in anger. Then in pain as the lightning of Talis's spirit strikes it. Unlike last time though this doesn't drive the spirit away. This time, the creatures eyes begin to glow red and it charges. Barreling through the gathered knights without pause. Intent on slaying Cassandra before she can direct the Spirit of Fire. The force of two elder spirits working together might be enough to knock it loose.
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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 22, 2016 9:19:52 GMT -8
Talis watches as The Dark Spirit shrugs off the lightning. Then it comes toward Cassandra. Clearly intent on slaying her before the lady could help the spirit of fire channel it's energy. Opening himself up to the spirit of earth he lets it prepare a second attack. Then he did the only thing he could think of. He jumps between The Dark Spirit and Cassandra. Hoping to buy her enough time to channel.
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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 22, 2016 11:59:07 GMT -8
Iania's heart surged up into her throat as Talis leaped between the charging possessed bear and Cassnadra.
"TALIS, NO!" The Elf immediately rushed over and pushed Talis out of the way as she finished drawing on the power of the trees. Greenery exploded from her form, and she almost looked more tree than human now, roots seemingly stretching down from her body and into the earth. Branches then shot upward from the ground to either side of her, ending in blossoms that then sprung wide and spat a torrent of noxious spores at the bear. They would irritate its eyes and nose, and if inhaled its lungs, as well as making it exceptionally drowsy. But otherwise, it would be unharmed.
(Charges expended)
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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 24, 2016 11:57:05 GMT -8
Cassandra's victory dance abruptly turned into a scramble of panic as the bear loomed down upon her. The elder spirit of fire looked at her and for a moment she wondered why nothing else was happening. Then it hit her. She still had to channel it, to instruct it to go after the bear!
"Go! Save Talis!!"
Hopefully, that would be enough to get the fire bird to attack the bear, she never got further than summoning the elder spirit, so her instructions had never reached the point where she was told what to do when she actually summoned the spirit.
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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 24, 2016 14:42:07 GMT -8
Ravanys cursed as the bear approached, and she watched the display of magic and dramatic Elves. She worked her way closer to Cassandra, trying to protect her lady, but knew she could do nothing against this bear.
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Rohak of the Dittany
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 37
Physical Description: 6'3, big beefy man with dark skin and big muscles
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 18:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Rohak of the Dittany on Sept 26, 2016 6:50:26 GMT -8
This was easily the most ridiculous battle Rohak had ever seen.
Also, Iana had left herself completely vulnerable.
If there had been time for him to slap himself in the forehead he would have done so. These mages, or whatever they were, were powerful and obviously well meaning; but they also clearly lacked practical battle experience.
Rohak, still trying to figure out how to contend with the creature's attacks, was close enough to at least try to protect Iana with his kite shield, which he did by crouching down in front of her.
"Oh hey you're an elf how are ya?" He had heard of the mysterious elves of the Expanse but had never seen one so up close.
The knights decided to back off and call reinforcements.
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The Dark Spirit
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: A formless mass of darkness, that can when occasion calls manifest two crimson eyes. As it grows in power it's form will become more distinct.
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Registered: Jul 25, 2016 17:37:16 GMT -8
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Post by The Dark Spirit on Sept 27, 2016 10:22:43 GMT -8
The bear rears up as Iania's foliage appears in its way. Natural instincts to protect the eyes breaking through the spirits control. Still, the malevolent entity quickly reasserts its dominance. Pushing the bear forward to crush the female summoner. Though it's movements were far more sluggish now. The Dark Spirit could force the beast to ignore pain, but chemical effects still affected its body. As it barrels past Iania it swipes a paw in her direction.
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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 27, 2016 10:24:26 GMT -8
Talis goes tumbling to the ground twisting as he goes. Iania had pushed him aside. This makes his heart leap into his throat. Then he sees the bear take a swipe at her. Rage unlike anything he'd known before explodes in his mind. The Elder Spirit roars in sympathy and a massive bolt of lightning strikes down from the heavens at the bear.
"IANIA!"
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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 27, 2016 11:56:06 GMT -8
The process of drawing on the trees had covered Iania's body with a hard bark-like substance very similar to her armor, which was fortunate, because she couldn't move in time to avoid the bear's massive paw sweeping in toward her. She took the blow, trying to minimize the impact as best as she could, but she was still sent flying. She crashed into the ground, rolled a few times, and came to a stop. Unmoving, unconscious, but still breathing, if weakly.
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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 28, 2016 15:48:36 GMT -8
"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit."
Cassandra practically screamed, her voice growing louder with each successive curse. The Elder Spirit of Fire, probably deciding that the command was well-intentioned enough to pass for a request from a friend, especially since it was the only one who could really help. The bird soared towards the possessed bear, flaming talons outright as it dove for the bear's eyes like a flaming tornado.
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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 28, 2016 16:24:20 GMT -8
Ravanys cursed under her breath, seeing all the chaos that was occurring. The Elves were letting their emotions reign and Cassandra was panicking. The former knight just stayed where she was, trying to keep herself between Cassandra and the danger. She was going to need a strong drink after this.. and preferably a pretty girl to vent her frustrations on.
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Rohak of the Dittany
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 37
Physical Description: 6'3, big beefy man with dark skin and big muscles
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 18:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Rohak of the Dittany on Sept 28, 2016 21:26:45 GMT -8
The process of drawing on the trees had covered Iania's body with a hard bark-like substance very similar to her armor, which was fortunate, because she couldn't move in time to avoid the bear's massive paw sweeping in toward her. She took the blow, trying to minimize the impact as best as she could, but she was still sent flying. She crashed into the ground, rolled a few times, and came to a stop. Unmoving, unconscious, but still breathing, if weakly. The blow would be further minimized by Rohak's kite shield. More likely the expectant result would be both of them flying, Rohak's kite shield having a large dent in it, and Iania Whisperwind landing safely, if awkwardly, on the floor beneath a somewhat banged up Rohak. If this was in fact, the case, then Rohak would blink, pat Iania on the shoulder almost brotherly and, while avoiding making eye contact, roll off of her while trying to figure out what he should do next. In any case more men would be coming, and if no one made some real headway soon he would have to order them to kill the bear (assuming he was still conscious). He'd take his chances on an earthworm or a garter snake or even another human being the target of possession, in lieu of an oversized bear. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the bear. That was how the expression went wasn't it? Still, he didn't want to actually do it... |
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