Dimitri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101 
Age: 32
Physical Description: Human Form
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 246lbs
Hair: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Wolf Form
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 246lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Hybrid
Height: 6'3"
Weight 260lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Clothes and Equipment: Has an assortment of clothes within his packs. Some meant for travel in the freezing arctic of his homelands, while others are far lighter and meant for days spent in tropical climates.
Amor: Unspectacular Full Plate Armor. No Enchantments or special material. Redesigned helmet to look like his wolves head.
Weapon: Adamantine Halberd. Material allows the weapon to ignore physical damage resistances of a target. No Enchantments.
A silver dagger, use unknown.
Accessories: Ring of Four Winds. Allows a fast cast of feather fall upon oneself, 4 times daily.
Bracelet of Enduring Soul. Prevents moderate damage from Ice and Fire based spells and abilities.
Ring of Truesight: Able to see creatures using illusion to hide their real forms as well as invisible creatures.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 17:32:15 GMT -8
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Post by Dimitri on Nov 12, 2016 14:13:45 GMT -8
Dimitri pauses when he is asked to track by scent. Does the Swan already know of his lycanthropy? Something he tries to keep secret due to how the world views the afflicted beastmen? He could certainly track by scent, but letting them know that would be too big of a hint too what he is. With Mirssa refusing to take a drink of water, he would put his waterskin away and stand straight. "I can certainly track, but not by scent. That notion is absurd for a human without a hunting dog. But I can track by sight. There are always signs of passage. Bent grass instead of broken blades like an animal, slight impressions from stones that were stepped on. Slight grazes of mossy and fungal areas. Things that cannot be covered up."
He would have a quick look around as the soldiers secured Mirssa for travel. "As for the women, she is a gnoll. Referring her as an it is beyond disrespectful. Thought a Warlord would know better than to disrespect the adversaries he faces. It shows that one thinks too highly of themselves, and such a prideful stance more times than not, comes before their greatest failures. Do keep the gnoll secured though. It would also be a shame should she try to bite off her tongue and drown in her own blood as we approach where she came from." With that said, Dimitri would start walking off. Using Mirssa'a own scent to track where she came from, in addition with his sight as stated before.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2016 16:46:54 GMT -8
Her consciousness returns to her as the humans begin to move, but she still is physically fatigued and sluggish. She noticed that Dimitri was mentioning her to Warlord Shintaro Nishida, she looked up just to watch for that moment, still heavily leaning against the tree. Loud enough for them to hear but not as to strain herself as she spoke, "Hayahaya, ate leeasayte... Tehaye ohne tein mayan kaynohwsyah hayohnohre. Thaye reesayte aree beiteceyhayesyah." Regardless whoever tried to move or further tie her up, she'd passively resist, if they wanted her to move, she'd simply stay there sitting down, avoiding eye contact. Any person who attempted to make her budge would be met with firm resistance and a low pitched growl in which sharp fangs were visible. There were clearly enough men to overpower, carry, or drag her, but it'd be made as physically impossible as she could manage. As far as her scent went, even with Dimitri's enhanced tracking abilities, following it would take some time depending on how well she looped and hid her path from any other people. (1-3 turns to follow scent) After pWEwp7iL1-3 turns, @mirssa's looping and twisting path would come to an end, leading to whatever compound she originated from. 1-3 |
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
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Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Nov 12, 2016 18:51:00 GMT -8
"My mistake." Shintaro admitted. He was perhaps impatient and putting certain virtues aside in his haste. He huffed in frustration.
This damned woman was making him emotional. Though she may be unpleasant to most, Osma had grown on Shintaro. "Thank you, Dimitri. Let's continue."
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Nov 13, 2016 20:50:06 GMT -8
She had no idea what Dmitri was, but given the hybrid lycan form she had witnessed him take with a gruesome cracking of vines and change of shape, not to mention her own heightened senses in which she could at least discern that he was in some part beast, she had leapt to conclusions.
The warrior's schooling of her assumptions brought a gentle frown to her face, and a need to apologize, but she held her tongue. She had tried to take command of the situation in her eagerness to see it all finished, and she was appropriately put in her place -- if not by the Warlord himself, then by Dmitri.
The gnoll creature began to mouth off again, but the Swan did not understand what she was saying, so she was dismissed.
"I have tracked before," she said gently, "and I did try to look for the signs that you had mentioned, but I could find none. It seems like it has been disturbed and confused," the quietly spoke blonde woman said.
"Yet the trail runs cold as we idle. I can take the skies to see if I can spot any more visual clues." It was only a suggestion. To her mind, Dmitri had distinguished himself as the leader, so her turquoise eyes remained steady on him.
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Dimitri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Age: 32
Physical Description: Human Form
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 246lbs
Hair: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Wolf Form
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 246lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Hybrid
Height: 6'3"
Weight 260lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Clothes and Equipment: Has an assortment of clothes within his packs. Some meant for travel in the freezing arctic of his homelands, while others are far lighter and meant for days spent in tropical climates.
Amor: Unspectacular Full Plate Armor. No Enchantments or special material. Redesigned helmet to look like his wolves head.
Weapon: Adamantine Halberd. Material allows the weapon to ignore physical damage resistances of a target. No Enchantments.
A silver dagger, use unknown.
Accessories: Ring of Four Winds. Allows a fast cast of feather fall upon oneself, 4 times daily.
Bracelet of Enduring Soul. Prevents moderate damage from Ice and Fire based spells and abilities.
Ring of Truesight: Able to see creatures using illusion to hide their real forms as well as invisible creatures.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 17:32:15 GMT -8
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Post by Dimitri on Nov 15, 2016 20:03:26 GMT -8
Dimitri took one more glance around at those in the search and rescue party. His full plate armor covering him completely, leaving no signs of skin or fur. The Swans assumptions were spot on with her senses, though if she did reveal what he was, well, he has reasons why he works as a mercenary. Plus, with Mirssa being as she is, it would be slightly harder to hear any other movements in the woods as they went. Swan's eyes also did not go unnoticed. He did not know why she seemed to be looking at him, but the thoughts that came to him disturbed him.
He would walk around the area quickly, using his scent to find the oldest path and follow it in its receding direction. "Alright, I think it should be in this direction. It may take a while, so make sure the gnoll is secured on horseback. We don't want her running off. Also put a gag in her mouth. Her constant jabbering will make it hard to hear anything else in these woods. As for you, Ms. Swan was it? Your eyes in the skies would be much appreciated. Just ensure you look out more for flying arrows than signs of passing. If the gnoll's clothes are anything to go by, you would be seen as a nice meal while up there." Dimitri would wait while Mirssa was secured. The soldiers should be able to handle it just fine. He had to concentrate on the trails ahead of him. Ever winding and complicating. He only hoped he would not repeat the same mistakes he has in the past.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 21:02:55 GMT -8
Unpleased that she was failing to distract them, her anger grew when they tried tying her. One of the men trying to gag her would find her sharp teeth clenching down upon his forearm, his armor would protect his arm from cutting, but it would surely leave a bruise underneath and hopefully all of them would learn a lesson. She cursed them out in common before quickly being silenced by bunched up rope. "Ya fucking weakling cowards. I'll enjoy seeing your heads on a pike, especially after I rip out your- gmmts frrmmm yrrr mmdy."She was interrupted by the gag mid sentence, and decided trying to talk through it wasn't really worth it, instead she continued to give a fiery stink eye to those around her. If Warlord Shintaro Nishida gave the order, his men wouldn't find too much of a challenge bind her to the rear of his horse after she quickly lost tugging and resisting the armored guards. (1 of 2 Turns passed of searching complete) |
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
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Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Nov 16, 2016 16:35:21 GMT -8
"Onward." Shintaro calls for the men to continue once Mirssa is tied up on a horse, following Dimitri and Swan.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Nov 16, 2016 17:46:10 GMT -8
She did not correct Dmitri on his assumption of her name. It was a habit that she had formed long ago, to let people call her whatever it was they needed to get through the day. It also helped that because of this, very few connections from her previous work were ever tied to herself given that so many people knew her by so many other identities.
Her turquoise gaze slid toward Mirssa, who spoke in perfectly acceptable common and once more blew the Swan's own theory that the gnoll didn't know how to speak their language. The soldiers could have pressed for her to detail more information, but given how difficult she was being, they chose not to. The blonde's gaze remained steady on the gnoll for a little longer, as a memory flashed through her mind--
'Yes... yes, make sure it is bright orange, poppit. Yes. Do you see how the metal turns when it is heated? Now take it from the fire. Ask him the question again,' the voice from her memories -- an older, feminine voice -- urged her on when she was young, very young.
'Where have you hidden the boy?' the Swan had asked, in her girlish voice, her own tone wavering as if unsure of what she was doing. She could feel the weight of the metal in her hand, cold feel the heat simmering from its pointed tip.
'You're evil,' a tired man's voice spoke, not to the Swan, but to the woman that was with her. 'You're foul. You're wicked.' And he spat.
'See, poppit? He is resisting. Coax him to answer. Apply the tip to this ribs, right here...' A gloved finger touched where the man's ribs were visible, his skin dirty and wretched. 'Don't hesitate, child. Never hesitate. It prolongs the mental torture. You will see that pain is a tool. It brings out the truth from all creatures. If he is intelligent, he will need only this and then it can be done and we will hear the truth. If he is not, then we will continue, training him to unveil all to us. Now -- do it.'
The man had screamed, and as the smell of burning flesh had wafted in the air, she had felt her stomach flip and turn, bile threatening to rise.
The Swan took a breath with the flash of the memory, the scent of seared flesh in her nostrils for a moment before she let out the breath. She nodded her head to Dmitri, and grasping her cloak, she twirled and became a bird native to these forests. The warning to watch for arrows would be lost on the Swan -- she already knew to keep a watchful eye for them. But given the depth of her magic and the natural look of her avian body, she was hoping that she would not draw much attention while her bird's eye view would give her the lay of the land, looking for signs of Osma, her captors, or a trail to follow.
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Dimitri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Age: 32
Physical Description: Human Form
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 246lbs
Hair: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Wolf Form
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 246lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Hybrid
Height: 6'3"
Weight 260lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Clothes and Equipment: Has an assortment of clothes within his packs. Some meant for travel in the freezing arctic of his homelands, while others are far lighter and meant for days spent in tropical climates.
Amor: Unspectacular Full Plate Armor. No Enchantments or special material. Redesigned helmet to look like his wolves head.
Weapon: Adamantine Halberd. Material allows the weapon to ignore physical damage resistances of a target. No Enchantments.
A silver dagger, use unknown.
Accessories: Ring of Four Winds. Allows a fast cast of feather fall upon oneself, 4 times daily.
Bracelet of Enduring Soul. Prevents moderate damage from Ice and Fire based spells and abilities.
Ring of Truesight: Able to see creatures using illusion to hide their real forms as well as invisible creatures.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 17:32:15 GMT -8
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Post by Dimitri on Nov 19, 2016 7:54:29 GMT -8
Dimitri would proceed slowly, not wanting to lose what little trail there was with rushed actions. Some men may think this a boring and slow drag through the heavy bushes and undergrowth of the woods, but to Dimitri, it was like the old days where he had to hunt for his meals alone. It bristled an old kinship he had with the land, nigh beckoning him to turn into his pure wolf form and take down a deer or any other quarry that seemed tasty. The prescence of the others detered him from that little pleasure though, as turning to such a state must surely frighten them should it happen. Not many he has met enjoyed his company after they learned of his ancestral roots in lycanthropy. Even less so once they learn that he embraces such a side of his. Very few did not outright attack him at such a point, thus why he usually traveled alone.
It would take quite some time to follow the correct path, but Dimitri would continue on with his task. Eventually stopping to speak with Nishida to offer some advice. "Nishida, a thought comes to my mind. I do not think you should be riding atop of your horse much further. If whomever took this lady of yours are lying in ambush, they will look to take out the head of the group first. I suggest you let one of your men take the saddle and walk on foot yourself. Your soldier will look like the leader and with your getup, you would just look like another mercenary hired for this mission."
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Nov 19, 2016 12:57:28 GMT -8
"Hm? Perhaps." Shintaro dismounts his horse and walks among Dimitri and Swan. He wasn't one who was comfortable hiding behind his men, he preferred to stay at the front and lead them. He would listen to Dimitri's suggestion though.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 9:06:22 GMT -8
As one would likely expect, @mirssa wasn't really able to do much with the situation but growl angrily and squirm a little. But it was certainly made clear that she was feeling better physically, but not very happy at all with the people around her. After some time searching, scouting and tracking, the combined efforts of The Sparrow and Dimitri would prove to be successful, as soon enough, there appeared a fortified camp and smoke from a fire on the horizon which likely belong to those who made the original tracks, or where @mirssa had came from. It looked defended and reinforced no doubt, but nothing worthy of being deemed permanent or of hardened defenses. (( Wait a bit for Osma and Nat'ia before going in, I think they're behind They're good now.)) |
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Nov 23, 2016 11:50:15 GMT -8
The Swan was not walking, but instead flying, landing occasionally so as not to draw attention to herself.
When they came upon the fortress, the Swan in her sparrow's form circled around beneath the canopy of the trees, flitting from branch to branch so she could get a feel for its layout, its exits and entrances, and then she zipped and flew over once, joining a small flock of birds so she could note any tents and placements of forces in a quick fly by.
She then swept into the forest to meet up with the rest of the part, twirling and landing back in her svelte human form. "We are close to the fortress. Let me show you what I've seen."
(I write as if its all "happened" because the odd phrasing and tenses of the "would, if, might" of rp unsettled me. If the Swan gets attacked during her flight, or pointed out, or if she does or doesn't see something, or her actions are inerrupted, please post as much!)
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Nov 26, 2016 16:55:55 GMT -8
((Party Exits)
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Osma Gaiman
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Roleplay posts: 193 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Mar 8, 2017 15:01:52 GMT -8
The trees sway. The crackle of green branches snapping sends birds into the air. From between two trees a white horse burst forth. It's hooves digging up the ground where Osma had been taken. They ride over bent straw from the basket she had been collecting herbs in.
Upon the horse, Osma sits before Shin. Her hair is tangled and matted with mud and GOD knows what. Her only garment is the torn under chemise that hangs off of one shoulder and is cut at one side where the claws of one of those lizard things had the gaul to carve the word, "Minez".
Her hands are in the horse's mane, trying to stay onto the ride as they barrel towards the castle. So far, she had said nothing. But oh, she has a lot to say. "Wait." She calls out as she leans back into him, not thinking about the eye that cannot see her head. She feels the impact of his face on the back of her skull.
He really should be more careful.
"Give me your cloak. I cannot ride in looking like this." For all assumptions, it would seem that Osma's vanity is once again at large. "I cannot." Her tone is less demanding than it is pleading. "They should see their king as their calm protector. Stop a moment. The PR on this is all wrong."
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Mar 8, 2017 21:44:47 GMT -8
Shintaro has Disco slow to a halt once they reach the meadow. The Marquis looks back into the forest, it was quiet here. Back at the camp he had told the men he was going ahead to remove Osma from the area, and that they should not risk their lives over the monster back there, if it ended up living they could take it out another time with a team specialized for the job.
"Here. Osma, are hurt?" He starts removing his greatcoat and hands it to her to cover up, as she's about to put it on he tries to check Osma where he can from where he's seated for injuries in the moonlight.
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Osma Gaiman
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Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Mar 9, 2017 6:45:12 GMT -8
Was she hurt? "Yes." Her tone suggested it was a stupid question.
The fabric of the cloak rustled as she sling it over her shoulders. She always loved that sound. Osma sniffed and rose her chin in definace of crying.
I was terrified and for hours, you did not come.
She looked behind them for signs of lizards and knolls and putrid beasts. Her body hidden and warmed the cloak and by his residual body heat. If she could smell anything besides her own stink, she would have snuck an inhale of his scent. Instead, she was reduced to humiliation by her appearance.
She hugged the cloak around herself, but tried to make it look like her arms were vexly crossed. "Are you hurt?"
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Mar 9, 2017 16:11:12 GMT -8
"I only got in a short scuffle with a prisoner I took, nothing serious. I'm sorry that I couldn't get you sooner, I was going to exterminate those vermin if the situation hadn't changed with that monster." Shin had been furious, but now upon recovering the maiden he felt calm. "We'll head straight home, get you taken care of."
He is about the have his horse continue when he hears a pained sound come from him. Shintaro dismounts to check Disco and finds that he has been shot. Shin sighs and strokes the horse's face to make sure he was calm. "My horse has been shot in the leg. All the excitement back there helped him to ignore the pain, but he can't run anymore."
"Shhhshhhshhh" He pulls the arrow out and drops it in the grass. "If he exerts himself too much, he could tear muscles and he'd be as good as dead. From here I'll walk alongside, with me he'd be carrying too much."
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Osma Gaiman
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Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Mar 11, 2017 8:49:23 GMT -8
"I am scard." She whispered in defiance of the creeping feeling of forgiveness.
Disco neighed in pain and limped forward, causing Osma to slide. She catch herself with flexed thighs and the flat of her palms. She remained leaned forward while dismounted and watched him stroke the animal's face.
He cares about others. Osma looked away, chin held down. She glanced at him a few times. Her head turned as she watched him walk to Disco's flank. Was he about to...?
Osma gaspes again when the horse side stepped away from the rip of the arrow. She clung in as he leapt forward, unable to gallop away.
Shin could have warned her. Shin suggested that she would still ride. If he was going to be *so caring* than she could not just ride along while the horse was in pain.
Healer and all.
Osma moved her leg over the horse's head and would have dismount herself, just to prove that she needed nothing from anyone, but it was so high!
She held her arms out for him to assist and avoiding looking at him as she was lowered to the ground. She hugged his cloak around herself. Pauses a moment with the horse at her back and then slipped out from before him. "He may bleed out." She tried to see the wound in the moonlight. Moss would be they did not have the time.
They needed cloth and her dress was already torn. She took a step back and ripped her soiled chemise at what was hem of the hem line. His cloak would cover her legs. "This was Damisk cotton.." she mutters. "Here. We can pack this in. It is not ideal. It is dirty. I will Iodine when get back."
She would tend to the horse if it meant that much to him. "How is your eye?" She softly inquired.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Mar 11, 2017 14:05:02 GMT -8
"Osma, you don't have to get off too..." He would help her down anyway, was she actually willing to walk back to the castle after what she's been through? He was sure Disco could continue walking even with Osma on his back. "If you insist. And my eye feels fine right now, thank you. I'm just concerned about your well being. I'm glad you're alive and in one piece, as the search went on longer, I worried I would be too late."
If she would have ended up dinner to those creatures, Shintaro would have gone through heavy grief and rage.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Mar 12, 2017 7:40:20 GMT -8
/He/ was worried?! Wait...he was worried about her. Her hands paused for a moment as she let that settle in. Her demeanor kinder, she folded the torn material. "I will walk beside him here. To keep pressure on the wound."
Her eyes shifted to side as if she could him from where he stood behind her. Why do you care so much? I am so mean to everyone. Even I can hear it, but I cannot stop myself.
"I made myself useful to them. They needed a grand amount of guidence in...certain arts." She shifted with embarassed enegry.
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