General John D. Godfrey
Established
Gloria Isra!
Roleplay posts: 35 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6 foot 2, the man has an intimidating build of muscle. His dark hair is trimmed and his face is coated in stuble. He green eyes are strong and calm. The left side of his face has a managierie of scars from an magical explosion that riddled his helmet.
Clothes and Equipment: Out of battle the man wears a simple cotton tunic and dark trousers, normally he wears a brown leager coat and boots. He always keeps his longsword with him.
In battle he weres the uniform of the Isranian military, a full set of higher quality armor in his case as his rank of Major affords it so. He brings a greatsword into the fray along with his longsword, dagger, shield.
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 9:26:36 GMT -8
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Post by General John D. Godfrey on Dec 9, 2017 17:40:59 GMT -8
With the first wave's successful diminishing it was a simple task, even against such brute, to hold the line. However as the second wave of orcs slammed into them, along with the few remaining of the first wave, the line staggered. It was only for a moment that that impact of flesh and steel on Isran steel stunned them but it was enough for several of the soldiers, especially those that were not as experienced in combat to suffer some grievous wounds and even death. Godfrey made a bold move and let loose his shield from the phalanx right as one orc was rushing and let the savage beast into the formation. Godfrey quickly shouted to it the only phrase he knew in orcish, something he picked up from a book he once read on orcs that had stuck in his mind as the best and least bloody way to deal with them. " Lutaum Zotan-lufutatar!" Battle the Warchief. A simple challenge to fight their leader, if they had one, that should according to that book lead to the orc's retreat if the challenger won. Though not everything in books is as accurate as they portray. Still inside the formation three separate soldiers trained their crossbows on the orc The orcs paused in their battle frenzy, the challenge indeed ringing out as the massive form of the orc warchief stepped forward, snarling at his tribe to back off. "You would challenge me? You are braver than the rest. HE HAS INVOKED THE RIGHT OF TRIAL BY COMBAT." Yelled the Chieftain in his guttural version of the common tongue, drawing his massive greataxe and stepping forward as the other orcs formed a circle. "You speak our language human, do you know the rules?" Godfrey stepped forward from his own soldiers who maintained their formation and was quickly moving to pull back any injured soldiers. " Fair combat, no magic, no help. Until one of us yields or dies we fight. So far as I know, at least." He dropped his shield and removed his helmet, dropping them within the forming circle of orcs, on his right side. In his hand was merely his sword, a longer sword that was much broader than the standard blade. He placed his left hand on his belt for the moment. His emerald eyes starring down the massive orc that he had to defeat. |
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Dec 17, 2017 15:30:11 GMT -8
"You surprise me Isran, I thought none of you would have honor. You got it right, save for one thing. There is no yielding. It is a fight to the death."
He snarled and charged, swinging his massive sword at a speed that belied his size. It was aimed squarely to bisect the officer in front of him.
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General John D. Godfrey
Established
Gloria Isra!
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6 foot 2, the man has an intimidating build of muscle. His dark hair is trimmed and his face is coated in stuble. He green eyes are strong and calm. The left side of his face has a managierie of scars from an magical explosion that riddled his helmet.
Clothes and Equipment: Out of battle the man wears a simple cotton tunic and dark trousers, normally he wears a brown leager coat and boots. He always keeps his longsword with him.
In battle he weres the uniform of the Isranian military, a full set of higher quality armor in his case as his rank of Major affords it so. He brings a greatsword into the fray along with his longsword, dagger, shield.
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 9:26:36 GMT -8
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Post by General John D. Godfrey on Dec 18, 2017 1:07:18 GMT -8
The charge was met with a charge of his own. He brought his sword up horizontally and as the orc's blade reached his own he deflected it to the right (the Orc's left) allowing the raw power of the swing's momentum to create an opening. He swiftly placed his blade to the orcs right forearm and sliced as deep as he could.
With luck the tendons would be severed and the orc's right hand would be unable to keep a grip, or even make a fist.
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Dec 28, 2017 16:10:14 GMT -8
The "raw power" of the orc's swing also would take a decent shaving of John's sword. It would seem that the Orc Chief, for all his perceived stupidity and brutishness, was in possession of a magical greatsword. The orc was able to mitigate the damage thanks to his bracers, but nonetheless his howl of pain and anger arced out. The chieftain stepped in closer, slamming his body into the Major's with what was left of his momentum, smashing his head into the helmet of the Isran officer.
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General John D. Godfrey
Established
Gloria Isra!
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6 foot 2, the man has an intimidating build of muscle. His dark hair is trimmed and his face is coated in stuble. He green eyes are strong and calm. The left side of his face has a managierie of scars from an magical explosion that riddled his helmet.
Clothes and Equipment: Out of battle the man wears a simple cotton tunic and dark trousers, normally he wears a brown leager coat and boots. He always keeps his longsword with him.
In battle he weres the uniform of the Isranian military, a full set of higher quality armor in his case as his rank of Major affords it so. He brings a greatsword into the fray along with his longsword, dagger, shield.
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 9:26:36 GMT -8
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Post by General John D. Godfrey on Jan 30, 2018 12:09:53 GMT -8
Godfrey slid back several feet by the subsequent body slam and headbutt. He shook the stars out of his head. He tossed the damaged sword aside and drew his greatsword from its place on his back. He held the blade upright, cross guard level with his cheek.
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Feb 4, 2018 14:36:20 GMT -8
The orc wasted no time following through with his attack, giving the major no space or room to clear his head, massive swings with his sword threatening to remove it altogether.
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General John D. Godfrey
Established
Gloria Isra!
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6 foot 2, the man has an intimidating build of muscle. His dark hair is trimmed and his face is coated in stuble. He green eyes are strong and calm. The left side of his face has a managierie of scars from an magical explosion that riddled his helmet.
Clothes and Equipment: Out of battle the man wears a simple cotton tunic and dark trousers, normally he wears a brown leager coat and boots. He always keeps his longsword with him.
In battle he weres the uniform of the Isranian military, a full set of higher quality armor in his case as his rank of Major affords it so. He brings a greatsword into the fray along with his longsword, dagger, shield.
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 9:26:36 GMT -8
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Post by General John D. Godfrey on Feb 11, 2018 2:34:55 GMT -8
The orcs attempt to continue the pressure would be met with quick reaction. Even dazed as he was it was hard to miss the massive orc and the massive blade he wield. He ducked, bending his knees into a half squat and angling his torso away from the blade's path. As he shifted his torso to the side he drew the blade from his back with haste, the sword biting slightly into the earth from the speedy need to draw the blade.
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Feb 15, 2018 16:58:28 GMT -8
The orc, frustrated at the Major's ability to dodge, went for another swing, using the momentum from his last to carry the blade up into the air and back down, aiming to split the man from his head down.
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General John D. Godfrey
Established
Gloria Isra!
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6 foot 2, the man has an intimidating build of muscle. His dark hair is trimmed and his face is coated in stuble. He green eyes are strong and calm. The left side of his face has a managierie of scars from an magical explosion that riddled his helmet.
Clothes and Equipment: Out of battle the man wears a simple cotton tunic and dark trousers, normally he wears a brown leager coat and boots. He always keeps his longsword with him.
In battle he weres the uniform of the Isranian military, a full set of higher quality armor in his case as his rank of Major affords it so. He brings a greatsword into the fray along with his longsword, dagger, shield.
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 9:26:36 GMT -8
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Post by General John D. Godfrey on Feb 18, 2018 23:04:13 GMT -8
As the orc rose the blade the man brought his own up from the ground into the side of the orc. With a grunt the Soldier of Isra leaped to his forward right, pushing the edge of his blade along the orc's side. If the orc had any armor steel armor there he would be mostly safe, the only realy damage coming from the first attack. However if the monster was only wearing leather or pelts the combined hit then slicing movement would prove a severe blow even to the orcish giant.
OOC/just joking around: Or maybe the big hulking orc with his sword raised high will somehow dodge the attack
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Feb 20, 2018 12:28:09 GMT -8
The orc did not dodge. Nor did he wear armor. He viewed such things as cowardly, though in this instance it proved likely that it cost him his life. The blade slid along his side, penetrating his thick skin and leaving a dark trail of blood on the ground. The orc stumbled forward a bit, taking a moment to regain some semblance of control as he spun about, sword not held as high as it was before and each motion clearly causing him pain.
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General John D. Godfrey
Established
Gloria Isra!
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6 foot 2, the man has an intimidating build of muscle. His dark hair is trimmed and his face is coated in stuble. He green eyes are strong and calm. The left side of his face has a managierie of scars from an magical explosion that riddled his helmet.
Clothes and Equipment: Out of battle the man wears a simple cotton tunic and dark trousers, normally he wears a brown leager coat and boots. He always keeps his longsword with him.
In battle he weres the uniform of the Isranian military, a full set of higher quality armor in his case as his rank of Major affords it so. He brings a greatsword into the fray along with his longsword, dagger, shield.
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 9:26:36 GMT -8
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Post by General John D. Godfrey on Mar 1, 2018 11:53:22 GMT -8
As the orc stumbled forward Godfrey prepared his next attack. He pointed his blade at the orc, the blade was leveled with Grodrey's eyes. His right hand held the weapon, the other held nothing. Both arms mirrored each other bent inward, the left arm had supported the blades weight. His knees were bent, ready to move.
As the beast turned, his blade risen high once more he launched forward to get inside the swing that was sure to come down, as he did so he sent his blade forward, turning his right forward to give the thrust more power and pierce the orc's heart.
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Mar 1, 2018 16:20:02 GMT -8
The blow was successful, momentum carrying the orc almost up to the hilt and threatening to fall on top of Major Godfrey. As the life left him, the assembled orcs began to melt away into the countryside, honoring their side of the bargain. It would take time for word to carry outward to the other orcs, but slowly, much havoc being wreaked in the meantime.
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General John D. Godfrey
Established
Gloria Isra!
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6 foot 2, the man has an intimidating build of muscle. His dark hair is trimmed and his face is coated in stuble. He green eyes are strong and calm. The left side of his face has a managierie of scars from an magical explosion that riddled his helmet.
Clothes and Equipment: Out of battle the man wears a simple cotton tunic and dark trousers, normally he wears a brown leager coat and boots. He always keeps his longsword with him.
In battle he weres the uniform of the Isranian military, a full set of higher quality armor in his case as his rank of Major affords it so. He brings a greatsword into the fray along with his longsword, dagger, shield.
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 9:26:36 GMT -8
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Post by General John D. Godfrey on Mar 1, 2018 20:35:26 GMT -8
The successful kill blow made the soldiers under Godfrey's command roar in cheer.
With a roaring grunt he pushed the orc over sideways rather than letting the hulking beast squash him. He planted a boot on the orc's chest and pulled his blade out with a sickening slunk. He held the blade high with one hand and let out a triumphant cheer to the already retreating orcs. He let his blade arm down. He was breathing heavily, adrenaline beginning to wear off. He pulled off his helm, a dent was left from the Orc's earlier head butt. He narrowed his eyes realizing that the helmet did it's job well and stopped him from dying. Still it was ruined, he would need a replacement. He looked at the gore covered blade, it too was ruined; one of its edges sliced off by the orc's weapon. He looked back to his soldiers, "Groups of ten, spread out. Try to halt any of the orcs that don't retreat or get word of this. Don't take unnecessary risks. I need 20 to stay here and tend to the dead and wounded."
The soldiers went about their orders, moving to the countryside in all directions to stop any rogue orcs. The rest stayed and tended to the fallen.
Godfrey planted his blade in the earth and moved to the orc's hand. He pulled the blade from the orc's hands and inspected it.
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Mar 8, 2018 6:51:34 GMT -8
The rogue orcs would pose little threat, smart enough to realize their chance was gone as the Isran formations approached.
The sword, much too large for a human to wield effectively reformed to a more appropriate size as the Major picked it up. Glimmers of arcane energy flickered in the dim fires that marked the dropping of torches.
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General John D. Godfrey
Established
Gloria Isra!
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6 foot 2, the man has an intimidating build of muscle. His dark hair is trimmed and his face is coated in stuble. He green eyes are strong and calm. The left side of his face has a managierie of scars from an magical explosion that riddled his helmet.
Clothes and Equipment: Out of battle the man wears a simple cotton tunic and dark trousers, normally he wears a brown leager coat and boots. He always keeps his longsword with him.
In battle he weres the uniform of the Isranian military, a full set of higher quality armor in his case as his rank of Major affords it so. He brings a greatsword into the fray along with his longsword, dagger, shield.
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 9:26:36 GMT -8
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Post by General John D. Godfrey on Mar 11, 2018 0:46:42 GMT -8
He hefted the blade up with great effort only to have the weapon change in his hands, shrinking to roughly the same size as his own ruined blade, perhaps a bit larger. He narrowed his eyes realizing that the blade was truly magical and it wasn't just some mash up of physics that ruined his old blade. He knew just who to take it to.
It would be several hours before he would return to the city though. There were several wounded soldiers from Godfrey's forces, some of which were severe and needed immediate medical attention. unless treated magically two of them would not survive. As far as the dead go, there were only four dead from Godfrey's forces. The Tower Garrison suffered far worse. Two towers were ransacked a dozen men each, there were no survivors. The Orcs suffered nearly equal losses it seemed; Twenty-six felled by crossbow bolts and their leader himself felled by Godfrey's blade, no telling how many wounded.
Proper carts were called in from the city and all the wounded and fallen were taken to the Citadel. Wounded obviously taking priority. A temporary garrison was set up at the sacked towers along with requisitions for repair materials. With everything sorted out Godfrey would return to the Citadel along with the bulk of his forces.
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Freyja, Lady of the Moon
Established
Roleplay posts: 39 
Age: 1839
Physical Description: When she's in her true form, Freyja is a huge white dragon, her scales shimmering in the moonlight. Her body is sleek and powerful, and some of her scales literally glow with a silvery blue light when exposed to moonlight, particularly a set of crescent-shaped markings under her eyes and along her underbelly. All in all, she's a beautiful dragoness. Her voice is light and ethereal, almost seeming to echo within one's mind.
Her human form is tall and elegant, with long, white, almost glowing hair and alabaster skin, as well as deep silver eyes with slit pupils that examine the world with an aura of calm and elegance. However, much of the time outside her dragon form, she's clad in a suit of draconic armour, four horns pointing up from a steel great helm to complete the effect. The armour is rather androgynous, so many think she is a male until she speaks.
Armour:
https://40.media.tumblr.com/651d23fa0877fe8efdcee993d54ceb13/tumblr_n0vgc6dUer1rdy3s5o1_500.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: ============
She possesses no equipment in her draconic state, but in human form she usually wears a suit of thick, yet impossibly light horned plate armour and wields a long, two-handed blade that glows as if forged from pure moonlight.
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Freyja, Lady of the Moon on Apr 1, 2018 18:07:28 GMT -8
The night is quiet and serene. An owl hoots off in the distance, and the calls of insects fills the air. Something unusual appears in the distance without warning, however, disturbing the peaceful quiet. The call of a great dragon echoes throughout the road, the border guards jumping in their seats at the sound. There, miles away, a gleaming light can be seen twinkling alongside the stars in the night sky, though it outshines them all. As it comes nearer, its form begins to take shape: a great white dragon with glowing silver highlights soars through the air, approaching the border post quickly. Suddenly, however, about a klick away, it dips down and disappears beneath the treeline, never reappearing. A few minutes later, a tall, lithe woman with silver hair and silver eyes, dressed in a nearly-shear blue gown approaches the border post, striding toward the gates, her gait measured and confident, though obviously urgent. She finally arrives at the tower, and the guard queries her identity and purpose. She looks up at him with those gleaming eyes, and answers. "I am but a simply Lady, and I have grave news to deliver to the Empress," she replies. The guards scoff at her apparent arrogance, but as they search her and find nothing, she's let through. [Exit to The Southern Gate] |
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Samuel Siphon
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 36
Physical Description: Tall and very lanky, National creepy atmosphere
Clothes and Equipment: White Plague doctor mask, a hat I can only describe as big black and floppy, a heavy long black pea coat, back trousers with black boots, and black leather gloves. Black belt with many pouches, large back pack full of supplies. Black cane with steel crow head on the end.
Weapon: long farmers scythe
Registered: Apr 12, 2018 15:31:44 GMT -8
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Post by Samuel Siphon on Apr 13, 2018 11:34:11 GMT -8
It was midday when The plague doctor walked over the hill, he was tall and walked with a cane in his right hand. He had a large pack and a farmers scythe on his back, due to his dark cloths he was a black dot against a light blue sky. After a few minutes he made it to the first border tower. He looked up to the guard and tipped his hat as he walked by, the doctor hummed a tune as he walked. He continued his walk into the plains.
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on May 7, 2018 12:18:19 GMT -8
Lily Vastara and The Knight walk through here, heading for Port Silverion. Lily is currently sitting on the Knight's left shoulder, as always, and she has her swords in her scabbards, while the Knight has his sword and shield slung over his back. They can be seen carrying a letter, although there is no obvious address written on it. Lily waves to the guards as they walk through the checkpoints.
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Aug 14, 2018 13:01:36 GMT -8
Rune and two others that were accompanying him would cross the border via the Southern Road into The Free Plains. They had no ill intentions though so they were able to cross without any problems.
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Nareena
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: Thirty-one.
Physical Description: Nareena is a woodland elf with small antlers on her forehead. She stands at approximately five feet tall and three inches, and has a muscled toned build with an appropriate bust and posterior. Her breasts are an exact size of F, with a posterior that is often favored by many that come across her on her travels. She has a slight bit of pudge on her stomach but not enough to be considered chubby or obese. Her eyes are completely black and shine with a glisten.
Clothes and Equipment: Nareena wears a forest green cloak, with dark brown leather armor, as well as gloves and boots. She has a broach on her cloak that resembles a Celtic trinity knot. The broach is made out of a old silver and has enough wear-and-tear to be noted for being a family heirloom. She carries a curved longsword with a hilt much like a katanas but with a sun on the bottom of the hilt. She carries a silver dagger in each boot along with vials of poison in the lining of her cloak.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Usually always.
Registered: Dec 15, 2018 20:41:29 GMT -8
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Post by Nareena on Dec 15, 2018 21:33:47 GMT -8
A sudden ghastly gust of wind blew over the wood elf, Nareena, as she dastardly made her way to the capitol of the world. She never condoned the cold, nor was a fan of snow. She liked the soil as it was meant to be, earthy and warm, not to mention drier than a seventy-year old orc matron of a brothel. Her pursed lips were what generally others read as a very negative personality, but just because she frowned nigh 80% of her time awake didn't mean she had any particular disdain for those around her- she was just distrusting. At a young age Nareena had learned of betrayal the hardest way imaginable and even though it had been her mother who had given her this experience, she still found it curdling at her very core with rot. The pale-skinned and antlered wood elf had a bright red apple in her hand, to which she took a large bite of happily. Juices from the fruit spilled out the corners of her mouth. A fair enough breakfast, and it looked like the soil of the road got to taste the apple as well. It was a win-win situation.
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