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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 17:52:31 GMT -8
Easily discerned when the moon is full and the white rays are strongest, far down in a crevice and embedded into the wall is the entrance of a crumbling ruins.
Inside there are few chambers, riddled with dusty, cobweb-smothered skeletons adorn in gems and tattered remains of robes - possibly once priests from some age ago. Despite the age of desertion present, massive steel and stone braziers and wall torches remain alight - illuminating the massive halls and towering pillars, giving shadows to the architecture carved into the stone and reinforced with steel. The silence in the place is deafening. The only life seemingly present is in the little bit of wildlife that has moved in - spiders and bats.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 18:02:24 GMT -8
Perched at the mouth of the ravine was the shady man, peering down into the crevice as he waited for the moon to come out in full and cast the light down into the darkness. Sure enough, well into the night, the entrance to the remains illuminated to the naked eye.
Now it was a matter of waiting on his hired help to arrive.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Jul 27, 2016 4:28:14 GMT -8
Fenrir had busied himself by catching and subsequently devouring most of a deer. When he was on a mission he preferred to carry his food in his stomach rather than on his back. He walked up to the Shady Man, pawsteps eerily quiet for something his size.
"I am ready to go in. The Blessed Moon shines her warm light upon this evening. We will be victorious."
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Urist Ranulfin
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'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.
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Jul 27, 2016 15:37:29 GMT -8
The Dwarf would stroll over to the Ruins, his crossbow over one shoulder, his hook over the other. He would have a contraption attached to his helmet so as to drink beer without use of his hands. Finally slurping out the rest of the stuff, he would address the man who gathered the party here. "Anything need doing before we go in?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 13:40:40 GMT -8
The man turned to look over the pair that had been recruited and he couldn't help but grimace - obviously displeased. What started with three shrunk to two - not counting himself. Now... he just hoped things went smoothly.
He shakes his head, and proceeds to ease himself over the edge to begin climbing down. "Nah. We jus' need t' get down there. Think yeh can manage it, midget?" he calls back up to the Dwarf, working his way down the rough ridges of the stone wall.
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Urist Ranulfin
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'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.
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Jul 28, 2016 18:34:59 GMT -8
The Dwarf shrugged, and followed the man. Midget was not particularly insulting, so he let the remark pass. "So what in particular will be done there, eh?" |
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 2, 2016 3:54:02 GMT -8
Fenrir began to climb as well, his gauntleted paw digging into stone to provide him some purchase on the sheer face. Climbing seemed a bit awkward for the wolf, much more used to running on the forest floor than climbing vertical cliffs.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2016 19:22:01 GMT -8
"I dunno. Place is old - pretty sure it's a temple 'r somethin'. Maybe there's some loot. Yah know priests always dressed in gems 'n gold 'n stuff, so maybe we can find stuff. That's what I'm bankin' on," chuckles the sleezy man, continuing to clamber down the wall until he drops past the stone pillars and intricate carved pieces.
Where he landed flat on his behind with a groan, flopping over on his stomach and rubbing the poor tailbone he just landed on. "Ooooooww..."
(Apologies for the delay - work has been sporadic and demanding. I should be back in swing, though.)
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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.
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Aug 8, 2016 9:44:13 GMT -8
The Dwarf jumped after the man landing stomach first, clumsily rolling a few times and sending sparks from his armour in each direction. "Who's the half man now, eh wazzock?" The Dwarf would say, as he pulled out his hammer and looked about. "So there is no guarantee that something will be here? Well, if there's nothing I can always claim this place and sell it to some sods." |
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 9, 2016 8:05:38 GMT -8
The wolf landed with a thump on his legs, the metal plates that protected them groaning in protest at the landing.
He extended a paw towards the man on the ground, in case he needed help getting up.
"You alright there mate? And if this place falls under the category of loot, then we can sell it to some poor sod."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 17:47:16 GMT -8
The help was accepted, and the man hopped to his feet to dust off his behind. "Yea, no promise... but there's probably some stuff inside," he replies, trying to sound optimistic and a bit more excited - he really needed another haul. Running broke was hell.
He would creep inside the heavy stone double doors that stood taller than the three of them put end to end - one of them crumbling and remaining open. Inside, the architecture was grand despite the age - near flawless stone carvings in the pillars that loomed overhead and shouldered the burden of the high ceiling, intricate designs in the tiles laid for the floor stretching further into the earth. This early on, there was little to be seen but rock, and the man continued to shuffle along with ears perked up for any sound.
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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.
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Aug 15, 2016 3:45:45 GMT -8
The Dwarf followed the man, singing a somewhat politically incorrect tale.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 16, 2016 6:55:55 GMT -8
"This is a stunning structure. How the hell did it end up down here?"
He recognized the architecture from drawings in one of the books he had read in school, but was having trouble remembering the specific style it was.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 4:23:46 GMT -8
The shady man kept moving along, coming more to ease as the place remained quiet and empty. He only noticed the architecture at the mention from the wolfman, but really it didn't matter much to him. He crept to the end of the hall and peered into the next chamber, which was darker and seemed to be settled with a thin mist... perhaps dust. Could be either way with the age of the place and the cooler temperature.
"Don't get me t' lyin'." His eyes swept around this chamber, which looked more like a church - worn and broken pews along the center of the hall and pointed to the other end, which was an elevated platform by many steps and marked with podiums. The once rich carpets and tapestries were worn and tattered, their sheen non existent. Candle stands were rusted, if not completely collapsed, and the wax old and brittle in their holders. Not a single flame was lit here.
But what had his attention were the number of skeletons littered around the grand chamber - the ones in the pews, the ones around the room, the ones on display on the platform. Ragged remains of clothing were on their withered bones... as well as a number of ornaments of value. Rings and necklaces, pendants and staves. Even a dagger or two. Much of it was silver and gold, with occasional gems.
Jackpot. Almost like a dog presented with a slab of meat, the man grinned wide with tongue lolling out his head before he zipped across the stone floor for the nearest pile of gold and bones. "A'right!!!"
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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.
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Aug 21, 2016 5:02:30 GMT -8
"'old up, who knows what's in ruins like these? I reckon there could be traps or something, bugger off the corpses, will ya?" The man certainly was like a ghoul, or even a vulture. He'd look at all the stuff, slowly calculating the prices. He'd swing his hook a few times before throwing it at the various items of interest, and corpses, hopefully activating any traps if they were attached to any. |
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 22, 2016 11:46:40 GMT -8
"The dwarf is right, something feels off about this place..."
Why were so many corpses just sitting or standing there? If he didn't know better he would think they were some sort of macabre display, but after what happened in Aaedan it paid to be wary of anything that seemed dead. He drew his sword in one fluid motion and held it at the ready as he sniffed the air for signs of anything that didn't belong.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 4:43:45 GMT -8
There wasn't anything to smell. The air didn't hum with power. The place seemed... dead.
The man paid no mind to warning and approached a figure settled upon one of the pews, where he began to greedily pluck off the valuables from its form. "I ain' feelin' nothin'. Yer just para-"
The speech was cut off and the man unleashed the most femine scream possible - the hand of the skeleton had come up and latched onto his wrist in a binding grip. The skull rolled about on the shoulders and stared at him with no eyes, the jaw falling slack as it tried to pull itself up. The character began to wail upon the skeleton until the fingers broke and the figure stopped moving - absolutely appalled and terrified. He had just wanted the damn gold!
And just as the one settled, the rest began to rattle to life...
"... ... an'... th-this is why I brought yeh...!" Without another word, the shady man bolted for a hiding place like a cowardly rat.
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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.
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Aug 28, 2016 13:28:23 GMT -8
Roaring a mad laugh, the Dwarf would draw his shorter axe, and throw his hook at the first skeleton. As he would reel it in he would swing his axe onto it's head and letting it go to also get a swing on it with his hook, hoping these two devastating weapons would be enough to smash the thing.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 29, 2016 11:38:33 GMT -8
Fenrir would protect the dwarf's left flank, vaulting over a church pew to bring his enchanted gauntlet crashing into the skull of a skeleton. His sword was ready to ward off blows, the church pews hopefully preventing the skeletons from swarming the pair too quickly.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2016 17:13:06 GMT -8
The rattling dead forms hobbled and dragged themselves towards the pair running into the fray, not particularly fast or presenting anything akin to power or magic... but he numbers were a bit much. The two frames attacked shattered like nothing, seemingly not reinforced at all but simply reanimated. They kept moving in, closing in around the entire front so the only option for open movement was back where they came from. The skeletons made no sound save for what clattered or rattled with movement, the occasional one losing a limb but not even seeming to care as they kept trudging forward.
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