Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Aug 8, 2018 17:28:55 GMT -8
The dapple grey horse raised its great head towards the clattering approaching in the woods, though its usually lighter hide appeared orange due to the flames. Shifting its weight from a relaxed posture with one hoof cocked, it came alert, with its ears pinning back in anticipation. Twitching its ears reflexively, it let out a soft knicker, regarding the squatting man in a sideways glance with its large, dark eyes.
"I hear it Bob," he softly soothed the horse out the side of his mouth, slowly laying the piece of cloth and metal to his side, and letting his hand rest on the handle of a sword that lay inconspicuously in its scabbard at his side. He didn't let on that he knew the being was out there in the woods, preferring to let whatever it was think it had the advantage on him. Which, if he was being entirely honest with himself, it probably did since he wasn't wearing his armor.
The voice of a younger man, or something that could approximate the baritone of a young man, came rumbling into the campsite, before the apparition of a human appeared across the fire from the squatting man. Studying the younger man with his good eye, the squatting man nodded, and said, "Well, I'm sorry to state, but I have very little idea how to get to the next village or inn in the dark. But, feel free to stake a place next to the fire Master Siris, and rest your bones for a bit. Won't hurt to have a little company, especially on a night like this." Reaching into a saddle bag that rested next to his sword, the squatting man produced a piece of jerky with some hardtack, and offered both to the squire.
Bob let out a louder knicker, turning his attention towards the opposite direction that Siris had came from, as if telling the squatting man that he had missed what Bob was trying to tell him. Turning his head and raising his voice, the squatting man yelled into the darkness, "Feel free to show yourself as well!"
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Siris
New
Beginning his Journey!
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 20
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. He stands at the height of 6'3, and weighs akin to the average male. Blonde hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with sharp blue irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular. A 'X' scar is present along the lower portion of his back, likely from being struck there via weaponry.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane, if not somewhat worn down iron armor accompanied with a cloak. The armor itself is of the heavier degree, dictating his fighting style of being up-close and personal. Many cuts and scorch marks mar his armor, perhaps indicating that he's seen many battles...or he just sucks at dodging. A broadsword is positioned along his side in a metal sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). The grip is well-worn, but the blade itself is deliberately kept up to par with the demands of combat.
Allegiances: Free-Lancer as of the moment.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Aug 4, 2018 13:46:56 GMT -8
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Post by Siris on Aug 8, 2018 18:14:01 GMT -8
A moment's pause is given, and an inspection is in order. . .
Music...
Siris had made his presence known in his entirety, his worn down armor reflecting the roiling embers that stem from the campfire. It was a rare occurrence to meet an individual out in the wilderness, even more-so when they were potentially friendly. Despite this, Siris cautiously makes his way forward in order to acquire the offered rations. If the man meant him harm, he would expect a sword to at least be drawn before-hand! During this exchange, the young squire takes in the elder man with a hint of wariness, trying in vain to discern his origins. With the food in hand, he sits upon the opposite side of the campfire, keeping his blade rest against him as it's carefully placed along his left shoulder.
"I do not wish to be rude, but you have not given your name, Sir. What brings you out here in these woods, as well? It's certainly a long ways from any towns, from the amount of time I've spent stumbling in the dark." He comments, a hint of dryness in his tone. Surely, his greatest enemy could not be his sense of direction, could it? Regardless, he seems to subtly stiffen when his eyes drift in the direction of which the horse appears to be alert from. An approaching figure was making their way toward the group, and he would soon rise back to his feet.
Naturally, his legs groan in protest, as he has rested minimally upon his travels. His right hand clasps along the familiar hilt of his broadsword, but his expression manages to keep a subtle poker-face. "You may come out, we are not hostile!" He calls out. Surely, this was not a lumbering beast approaching, as the horse would've sooner scampered off. But what, pray tell, would bring yet another soul in this dismal forest?!
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81 
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Aug 8, 2018 19:10:45 GMT -8
Deidra startled a bit, not having expected the men to call her out, though she had hoped they had heard her approach. She walked out after a moment, gently tucking her golden locks back behind her ear.
"My apologies. I did not mean to creep up on either of you or stalk. I had a passing question of mine own and I did not want to interrupt your conversation." She said as she walked over into the light of the campfire so they could get a good look at her face. "I am known as Deidra Nofaló, but I prefer to just be referred to as Deidra or Dei. I am a traveling knight who just happened upon this area in my hunt." She said as she pulled off her gauntlet and held out her right hand to shake with both men. "I actually just came from a town recently and I would be happy to point you in the right direction." She said addressing Siris directly.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Aug 9, 2018 18:38:52 GMT -8
The squatting man bowed his head in acknowledgement that Siris was right, he hadn't disclosed his name. But that wasn't an oversight, it was simply an extra layer of protection. Rudiger was acutely aware that something was prowling in the woods, and he didn't want to take the chance it was some form of shape shifter looking for a new host to impersonate. His fears were slightly allayed when another shape came out of the woods which appeared to be human, making him think that whatever was out there would not be close to this many heavily armed humans.
Fetching out another piece of hardtack for himself, the squatting man took a small bite, trying to prevent the accidental chipping of a tooth on the double baked bread. He waited for Deidra to finish her little speech, then chipped in himself, "I wouldn't counsel going into town tonight, either of you. One's liable to get lost in the trees without the stars for guidance. Plus, one person can usually only serve as bait for creatures who like to prowl and go bump in the night. Besides, you don't look like you could much further young sir. I recommend resting up for the night."
Waiting for his words to sink in, he finally mentioned, "Call me Sir Dornmauer."
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