Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Sept 17, 2017 13:07:20 GMT -8
"Okay...so... I lied. I wasnt really here to explore. Ishtaroth and I were going to practice destructive things, far away from other people and the city. But now that I know youre here..."
She looked around, as though to quietly plot a direction to set off in, happy to leave the dryad's home in peace, never intending to cause any harm to the locals.
"But I'm curious. I've been here a few times before but I never noticed you. Have you been here the whole time? Have you seen me here before?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 18:01:41 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2017 14:10:57 GMT -8
The dryad shook her head.
"My tree is young, I'm...just a child. When you last saw me I was probably still part of the tree. I have never seen you before though..what is your name?"
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Ishtaroth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58 
Physical Description: Until summoned, Ishtaroth is a small knife, seemingly carved out of bone. After being summoned, it takes on the shape of a suit of armor. Its plates are of bone, with thick, glistening flesh covering the joints.
Registered: Sept 30, 2016 18:17:29 GMT -8
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Post by Ishtaroth on Sept 19, 2017 10:16:02 GMT -8
A strip of leather unfurls from Ishtaroth's blade, and waves.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Sept 21, 2017 17:26:23 GMT -8
"I'm Lamina... and I guess...--" She says, as Ishtaroth unfurls the leather, a gesture she hadn't really seen before but found cute and charming, "this is Ishtaroth, my uh... armor. And I guess among my people, some consider me sort of a child too. Well, in-between," she said dismissively, extending a hand to the dryad in order to offer a single finger to shake hands with.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 18:01:41 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2017 9:58:43 GMT -8
The dryad smiled and waved to the armor before taking Lamina's finger to shake.
"Must be nice having a name, " she said as she let go, "I'm so new I was never given one by the forest."
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Archbishop Alured Norian
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Age: 356
Physical Description: Seven-feet-tall wearing a heavy, black leather cloak. A wide brimmed hat sits upon his head, and he wears a curious, pointed mask, fit with black lenses that hide its eyes. Occasionally sickly-sweet smelling gas rises from small vents on their side of the "beak".
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When not wearing what he refers to as his ceremonial garb, he reveals himself to be an elf. His face is lined with age and his hair is short and slicked back, black streaked with gray. His eyes are orange, and despite his races propensity towards merriment, he wears a permanent scowl that exudes a cold aura of authority.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy leather jacket, gloves, a wide-brimmed hat and a plague doctor's mask. He has with him on a strap a holy book, bound in black leather with silver linings.
His mask has enchantments that largely eliminate inhaled poisons, sight-based magics or effects or even the need for air. His jacket functions as a flexible suit of metal armor and hampers weapons as such. It cannot be slices, however crushing and large amounts of piercing damage may penetrate it. It can be fixed, but it takes time, and thus can't be performed during battles.
He carries no weapons and fights unarmed, although he has a knife for general purposes. His leather gloves function as gauntlets and can pack quite a punch.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 22, 2017 15:51:51 GMT -8
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Post by Archbishop Alured Norian on Dec 22, 2017 18:05:48 GMT -8
With snow crunching beneath his boots, a figure appeared from the forest. A stark, black stain against the pure snow. As the man approached it became clearer and clearer just how unusual the person was. He was without companionship or a pack and despite the distance he must have come he stood straight, towering above a normal human. When at last he reached the gates he peered at the soldiers who defended it. It would do well for him to introduce himself in they had yet to realize who he was.
"I am Archbishop Norian. I am here for the Yuletide." he told them, his voice deep and reverberating, seeming unmuffled despite the concerning mask that adorned his face, giving him the appearance of some sort of vulture. He could only hope the guards would take him at his word, as he hardly wanted to waste his precious time here.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Dec 23, 2017 13:04:49 GMT -8
The Archbishop’s appearance is enough to earn him a great many careful looks from the border guards. One such as himself — a tall, dark, cloaked, masked figure, seems suspect. However, there doesn’t seem to be anything objectionable about him. "Go ahead, ser." It’s not against the law to look suspicious; Archbishop Alured Norian would be free to proceed into the city at his leisure. |
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Archbishop Alured Norian
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Age: 356
Physical Description: Seven-feet-tall wearing a heavy, black leather cloak. A wide brimmed hat sits upon his head, and he wears a curious, pointed mask, fit with black lenses that hide its eyes. Occasionally sickly-sweet smelling gas rises from small vents on their side of the "beak".
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When not wearing what he refers to as his ceremonial garb, he reveals himself to be an elf. His face is lined with age and his hair is short and slicked back, black streaked with gray. His eyes are orange, and despite his races propensity towards merriment, he wears a permanent scowl that exudes a cold aura of authority.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy leather jacket, gloves, a wide-brimmed hat and a plague doctor's mask. He has with him on a strap a holy book, bound in black leather with silver linings.
His mask has enchantments that largely eliminate inhaled poisons, sight-based magics or effects or even the need for air. His jacket functions as a flexible suit of metal armor and hampers weapons as such. It cannot be slices, however crushing and large amounts of piercing damage may penetrate it. It can be fixed, but it takes time, and thus can't be performed during battles.
He carries no weapons and fights unarmed, although he has a knife for general purposes. His leather gloves function as gauntlets and can pack quite a punch.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 22, 2017 15:51:51 GMT -8
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Post by Archbishop Alured Norian on Dec 23, 2017 13:50:43 GMT -8
When waved through the gate, Alured gave a nod of thanks, striding through. "May our Lady watch over you in life as she will in death." he told them, passing through the first of several barriers between he and his eventual goal: The audience of Empress Naoki herself.
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Eira Whittle
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Eira is a willowy, pale, delicate young lady who seems to be more hair than woman. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple, almost black. She wears a little makeup, mostly to color her lips, but only because she's very fond of purple.
Clothes and Equipment: The young woman usually wears a variety of skirts and blouses except when she's gardening, where the skirts are replaced with breeches and thick boots.
The medicine woman has an intense plethora of equipment, most of which doesn't leave the house. The most prominent and noteworthy of them are the Strings of Fate, a magical item given to her by her mother. Without careful preparation, the Strings of Fate are worthless, but with enough time it allows her to weave obstacles that would be devastating to her enemies by linking butterfly effects around the area that it may touch, causing things like a loose pebble to become a landslide, or letting a stray wind carry poisonous spores into someone's airways.
The Strings of Fate have unlimited applications, but only the trickest ones are the most effective.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Eira Whittle on Jan 17, 2018 18:11:18 GMT -8
A small, lone carriage pulled by a very large, strong, grey-speckled horse. It trotted along happily, steered by a pale, thin woman with onyx hair braided down her shoulder. She was young and carried a slight smile on her lips as she traveled.
The carriage was stuffed to the brim with a hundred different boxes each carrying what felt like a hundred different little things. Eventually, something toppled out of the carriage, prompting the woman to curse under her breath and stop to pick up what had fallen.
When she finally laid eyes on the box, she gasped, then hurried over to it. The box had opened on its side, and out of it about twenty small creatures started to bounce out of it, all bright blue, ferret-shaped and crackling with electricity. The woman fussed and panicked as she tried to collect them. She did so miserably, as the creatures were swift.
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Sangrei Friedn
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 25-ish
Physical Description: Sangrei looks to be in his mid-20s, and has silver-white hair which has grown increasingly from a short crop. His eyes are dark turquoise and he stands at about 6 feet tall, but tends to slouch when presenting himself. His body has various scars, mostly nicks and scratches which have healed over, lightly visible. His most prominent wound is a healed gash stretching from his left shoulderblade to the middle of his back.
Clothes and Equipment: The only things that Sangrei carries at all times is his sword, Stahl Schmertz. Stahl Schmertz is a steel broadsword, standard issue from Sangrei's old corps. It has seen its share of wear and tear, and has been reforged and resharpened a number of times. He refuses to abandon the sword out of sentimental value, and it hasn't given out on him yet either.
Stahl's scabbard carries the weight of his allies; whenever Sangrei loses a comrade, he tears a strip of cloth from their clothing and adds it to the wrapping around the sheath.
Sangrei's general attire consists of casual clothing, usually local to the area he is in. He frequently carries a knapsack and wallet, though this is not always the case.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 19:48:59 GMT -8
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Post by Sangrei Friedn on Jan 17, 2018 18:26:18 GMT -8
From a distance away, a man sat on a rock, white hair tousled and darker in the shadows of the nearby trees. At his knees was a small knapsack, open, and he held a half-eaten loaf of bread. The sound of movement back on the path drew his attention, and he glanced over as the sound of a carriage passed by. As it did so, he let most of his focus drift away again, staring up at the treetops again.
However, his daydreaming was interrupted again by the noise of a crash, and he jolted up, turning back towards the location of the carriage. With his hand loosely on the hilt of his broadsword, he quietly strode back towards the road, slipping in and out of the cover of large trunks. On arriving, he took notice of the situation, only seeing the woman, her carriage, the fallen boxes, and blue glow emitting from an unclear source. Nothing indicated an ambush.
With a soft sigh, he withdrew his hand, but left it near the hilt still as he approached. "Hey missy, everythin' alright over here? I heard someth-, oh jeez, what's all this now?" he asked raising an eyebrow at the zipping creatures. "Alright, lemme give ya a hand. We can talk after," he said, kicking the box upright again. With a burst of speed, he began racing down the stragglers who went further from the cart, leaving the more manageable ones to the woman. As he returned with the creatures, he dropped them into the box in batches, looking mildly annoyed at the static shocks, but otherwise unaffected.
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Eira Whittle
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: 22
Physical Description: Eira is a willowy, pale, delicate young lady who seems to be more hair than woman. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple, almost black. She wears a little makeup, mostly to color her lips, but only because she's very fond of purple.
Clothes and Equipment: The young woman usually wears a variety of skirts and blouses except when she's gardening, where the skirts are replaced with breeches and thick boots.
The medicine woman has an intense plethora of equipment, most of which doesn't leave the house. The most prominent and noteworthy of them are the Strings of Fate, a magical item given to her by her mother. Without careful preparation, the Strings of Fate are worthless, but with enough time it allows her to weave obstacles that would be devastating to her enemies by linking butterfly effects around the area that it may touch, causing things like a loose pebble to become a landslide, or letting a stray wind carry poisonous spores into someone's airways.
The Strings of Fate have unlimited applications, but only the trickest ones are the most effective.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Eira Whittle on Jan 17, 2018 18:47:21 GMT -8
Before the young woman could even manage to give him a thank you, the silver-haired man was zipping around, picking up the critters in a flash. A few loose threads of hair whipped around her in the wind he made. She went to pick up the few she could before they were all in the box, though she only managed three or four that were milling around, dizzied from the fall.
Once the task was done, the pale lady beamed up at him. "Thank you! You're rather swift, aren't you? I've never seen someone round up raijus so easily before. You're not even hurt!"
She stuck out her hand, a bright smile spreading across her face. "I'm Eira Whittle. Pleased to make your acquaintance! Have you been walking all this way? I can give you a ride, if you like."
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Sangrei Friedn
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 25-ish
Physical Description: Sangrei looks to be in his mid-20s, and has silver-white hair which has grown increasingly from a short crop. His eyes are dark turquoise and he stands at about 6 feet tall, but tends to slouch when presenting himself. His body has various scars, mostly nicks and scratches which have healed over, lightly visible. His most prominent wound is a healed gash stretching from his left shoulderblade to the middle of his back.
Clothes and Equipment: The only things that Sangrei carries at all times is his sword, Stahl Schmertz. Stahl Schmertz is a steel broadsword, standard issue from Sangrei's old corps. It has seen its share of wear and tear, and has been reforged and resharpened a number of times. He refuses to abandon the sword out of sentimental value, and it hasn't given out on him yet either.
Stahl's scabbard carries the weight of his allies; whenever Sangrei loses a comrade, he tears a strip of cloth from their clothing and adds it to the wrapping around the sheath.
Sangrei's general attire consists of casual clothing, usually local to the area he is in. He frequently carries a knapsack and wallet, though this is not always the case.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 19:48:59 GMT -8
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Post by Sangrei Friedn on Jan 17, 2018 19:02:57 GMT -8
Letting out a few exerted breaths, the man dropped the last of raijus into the box, and raised a finger before speaking. "Er, sorry. Seemed like it wouldn't be prudent to let 'em into the forest or somethin'. And, er, they're probably just fond of me," he laughed, brushing himself off.
As she reached out, he met her hand with his, shaking it firmly. "Name's Sangrei. Pleasure, Miss Eira. Eira. Sorry, t's a habit. I've been told off for it," he said, chuckling sheepishly. "Sure, I was just in the middle of a snack before I caught ya here. Let me grab my bag, I also forget that all the time." With a quick jog, he found his way back to the rock, grabbed the sack and kicked the fallen bread deeper into the woods.
Returning briskly, he re-shouldered the bag and nodded. "Alright. Take care not t'hit anything again, though, or we'll have another problem on our hands, I'm guessin."
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Eira Whittle
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: 22
Physical Description: Eira is a willowy, pale, delicate young lady who seems to be more hair than woman. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple, almost black. She wears a little makeup, mostly to color her lips, but only because she's very fond of purple.
Clothes and Equipment: The young woman usually wears a variety of skirts and blouses except when she's gardening, where the skirts are replaced with breeches and thick boots.
The medicine woman has an intense plethora of equipment, most of which doesn't leave the house. The most prominent and noteworthy of them are the Strings of Fate, a magical item given to her by her mother. Without careful preparation, the Strings of Fate are worthless, but with enough time it allows her to weave obstacles that would be devastating to her enemies by linking butterfly effects around the area that it may touch, causing things like a loose pebble to become a landslide, or letting a stray wind carry poisonous spores into someone's airways.
The Strings of Fate have unlimited applications, but only the trickest ones are the most effective.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Eira Whittle on Jan 17, 2018 19:20:22 GMT -8
"Oh, I would say inconvenience, really," she laughed, shrugging. She looked at the carriage, hearing something snorting inside of it. "The... problems... are strapped securely to the bottom of the carriage."
Eira crawled back into the driver's seat and pat the spot next to her.
Once Sangrei was seated, Eira pulled the reins and willed the horse forward. "So you must also be going to the Free City. What takes you there? I'm trying to buy land and settle down."
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Sangrei Friedn
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 25-ish
Physical Description: Sangrei looks to be in his mid-20s, and has silver-white hair which has grown increasingly from a short crop. His eyes are dark turquoise and he stands at about 6 feet tall, but tends to slouch when presenting himself. His body has various scars, mostly nicks and scratches which have healed over, lightly visible. His most prominent wound is a healed gash stretching from his left shoulderblade to the middle of his back.
Clothes and Equipment: The only things that Sangrei carries at all times is his sword, Stahl Schmertz. Stahl Schmertz is a steel broadsword, standard issue from Sangrei's old corps. It has seen its share of wear and tear, and has been reforged and resharpened a number of times. He refuses to abandon the sword out of sentimental value, and it hasn't given out on him yet either.
Stahl's scabbard carries the weight of his allies; whenever Sangrei loses a comrade, he tears a strip of cloth from their clothing and adds it to the wrapping around the sheath.
Sangrei's general attire consists of casual clothing, usually local to the area he is in. He frequently carries a knapsack and wallet, though this is not always the case.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 19:48:59 GMT -8
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Post by Sangrei Friedn on Jan 17, 2018 19:30:29 GMT -8
"Ha..ha.." Sangrei's laugh trailed off, and he peeked towards the bottom of the carriage she had mentioned. "I'm not sure I wanna see those problems, so let's hope they are. But what's life without a little danger, eh?"
Grabbing the seat, he hopped up and settled into it, looking over the view of the vehicle and its horse.
"Eh, nothin in particular. Seemed like an interestin' place, so I thought I'd take a look at it. See the sights, eat the food, meet the women. Y'know how it is," he replied amiably, but tilted his head as he digested her words. "Oh? No offense, missy, but you don't seem like the settling type. You and your...friends," he finished, leaning back in a gesture towards the boxes and noises behind them. "So if it's not too personal, what really brings you there? 'Course, I don't mean to be an imposing guest, so feel free to tell me off."
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Eira Whittle
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: 22
Physical Description: Eira is a willowy, pale, delicate young lady who seems to be more hair than woman. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple, almost black. She wears a little makeup, mostly to color her lips, but only because she's very fond of purple.
Clothes and Equipment: The young woman usually wears a variety of skirts and blouses except when she's gardening, where the skirts are replaced with breeches and thick boots.
The medicine woman has an intense plethora of equipment, most of which doesn't leave the house. The most prominent and noteworthy of them are the Strings of Fate, a magical item given to her by her mother. Without careful preparation, the Strings of Fate are worthless, but with enough time it allows her to weave obstacles that would be devastating to her enemies by linking butterfly effects around the area that it may touch, causing things like a loose pebble to become a landslide, or letting a stray wind carry poisonous spores into someone's airways.
The Strings of Fate have unlimited applications, but only the trickest ones are the most effective.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Eira Whittle on Jan 17, 2018 19:59:38 GMT -8
Eira eyed Sangrei and bit her lips. Eventually, she couldn't hold it anymore, and her lips stretched over her teeth in a great, big smile. "Okay, you caught me. But I wasn't lying! I'm a medicine woman who practices... questionable arts. Some have a meaner name for it, but I really am looking for a cabin somewhere out in the woods. I hear the forests around here are absolutely brimming with magic and monsters of all kinds! I want to explore it on my own terms. Like you said... what's life without a little danger?"
The gate loomed ahead of them as they neared it, though Eira was sure they would let them through with ease. She continued toward the gate, a minute or so off.
"So tell me, the women, hmm? Looking for the wildest exotics you can find in the Free City?" She winked at him coyly. "This is where you'll find them. The Empress herself is a cat-lady, not to mention every other kind of oddity around. Oh, I'm sure you'll have some stories to tell once you've had your fill!"
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Sangrei Friedn
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 25-ish
Physical Description: Sangrei looks to be in his mid-20s, and has silver-white hair which has grown increasingly from a short crop. His eyes are dark turquoise and he stands at about 6 feet tall, but tends to slouch when presenting himself. His body has various scars, mostly nicks and scratches which have healed over, lightly visible. His most prominent wound is a healed gash stretching from his left shoulderblade to the middle of his back.
Clothes and Equipment: The only things that Sangrei carries at all times is his sword, Stahl Schmertz. Stahl Schmertz is a steel broadsword, standard issue from Sangrei's old corps. It has seen its share of wear and tear, and has been reforged and resharpened a number of times. He refuses to abandon the sword out of sentimental value, and it hasn't given out on him yet either.
Stahl's scabbard carries the weight of his allies; whenever Sangrei loses a comrade, he tears a strip of cloth from their clothing and adds it to the wrapping around the sheath.
Sangrei's general attire consists of casual clothing, usually local to the area he is in. He frequently carries a knapsack and wallet, though this is not always the case.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 19:48:59 GMT -8
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Post by Sangrei Friedn on Jan 18, 2018 13:35:48 GMT -8
Sangrei met her gaze with a light grin, watching for her reaction, then laughing after she responded. "Well, I'm no slouch myself, missy, so you couldn't surprise me too much. As far as it goes, questionable arts may as well be makin strange pottery for what it matters. I'm sure I can guess what the name on streets is, but as a clear gentlemen," he gestured to himself and his plain, but not unkempt dress, "I would never repeat those words t'you."
As they approached the gate, his eyebrows lifted in a questioning look, though it faded slowly. "Not too sure bout the customs here, but they gonna give us any trouble 'bout your...guests? Just wanna know any story I should know before, rather than after."
He gave her a smooth wink back but left a small pout and slight whine in his voice. "Now now, I mentioned a few things, and you're makin me out to be some kinda skirt-chaser, missy. Really hurts my feelings, y'know? And besides, I've got a few stories already." He paused for effect, placing a finger to his cheek. "But I suppose I'm willing to try something new, so I guess the answer might be yes. Trade for trade, though, what kinda crazy things you lookin for in these parts?"
"Maybe if I catch something fun, I'll send it your way."
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Eira Whittle
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: 22
Physical Description: Eira is a willowy, pale, delicate young lady who seems to be more hair than woman. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple, almost black. She wears a little makeup, mostly to color her lips, but only because she's very fond of purple.
Clothes and Equipment: The young woman usually wears a variety of skirts and blouses except when she's gardening, where the skirts are replaced with breeches and thick boots.
The medicine woman has an intense plethora of equipment, most of which doesn't leave the house. The most prominent and noteworthy of them are the Strings of Fate, a magical item given to her by her mother. Without careful preparation, the Strings of Fate are worthless, but with enough time it allows her to weave obstacles that would be devastating to her enemies by linking butterfly effects around the area that it may touch, causing things like a loose pebble to become a landslide, or letting a stray wind carry poisonous spores into someone's airways.
The Strings of Fate have unlimited applications, but only the trickest ones are the most effective.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Eira Whittle on Jan 18, 2018 18:23:13 GMT -8
"Oh, we should be fine. The amount of things that pass through this gate is amazing. So long as we mean no harm..." As they came to the gate, Eira smiled and chatted lightly with the guards before passing through. "There we go. No need to be nervous. After all, the Free City is for people like you and me."
She shifted so her back leaned up against the back of the coachman's seat. "Hmm... well, a great manner of things. Bees with honeycombs that allow you to breathe fire, naiads with saliva that can heal fatal wounds, rocks at the bottom lakes blessed by the gods... there's really no end to the wonders of the world of magic! I daresay, anything you find interesting enough would be a good find, mundane or otherwise. Magic has a way of attracting people to it, whether it leads you by the heart or darts at the corner of your eye. Always be wary of it, though. Never trust it fully, just enough to get the job done."
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Sangrei Friedn
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 25-ish
Physical Description: Sangrei looks to be in his mid-20s, and has silver-white hair which has grown increasingly from a short crop. His eyes are dark turquoise and he stands at about 6 feet tall, but tends to slouch when presenting himself. His body has various scars, mostly nicks and scratches which have healed over, lightly visible. His most prominent wound is a healed gash stretching from his left shoulderblade to the middle of his back.
Clothes and Equipment: The only things that Sangrei carries at all times is his sword, Stahl Schmertz. Stahl Schmertz is a steel broadsword, standard issue from Sangrei's old corps. It has seen its share of wear and tear, and has been reforged and resharpened a number of times. He refuses to abandon the sword out of sentimental value, and it hasn't given out on him yet either.
Stahl's scabbard carries the weight of his allies; whenever Sangrei loses a comrade, he tears a strip of cloth from their clothing and adds it to the wrapping around the sheath.
Sangrei's general attire consists of casual clothing, usually local to the area he is in. He frequently carries a knapsack and wallet, though this is not always the case.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 19:48:59 GMT -8
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Post by Sangrei Friedn on Jan 18, 2018 19:11:19 GMT -8
Sangrei matched her easy demeanor and nodded to the guards, throwing a lazy salute. As he chatted, he looked in the direction of the city. "I don't get nervous easily, missy, but I also don't take well to surprises which involve bein in trouble with the law of the city I'm visitin. I've just been gettin better at predictin problems before they smash into my face."
"Sounds fun, wouldn't mind havin' some useful tricks in my pocket for those aforementioned surprises," he said, letting out a chuckle. "Actually.." A glint came into his eye and a huge grin spread across his face as stared forward. "Can't say the city will be borin, but I actually prefer your option. Whaddya say we kick out our start by bringin' a surprise gift and make a quick stop first?"
"I bet we can find somethin' before we get there." As an afterthought, he added, "I'm sure we can find a rock to park behind. Not that I'd touch a growlin carriage if I were a bandit anyway."
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Eira Whittle
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: 22
Physical Description: Eira is a willowy, pale, delicate young lady who seems to be more hair than woman. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple, almost black. She wears a little makeup, mostly to color her lips, but only because she's very fond of purple.
Clothes and Equipment: The young woman usually wears a variety of skirts and blouses except when she's gardening, where the skirts are replaced with breeches and thick boots.
The medicine woman has an intense plethora of equipment, most of which doesn't leave the house. The most prominent and noteworthy of them are the Strings of Fate, a magical item given to her by her mother. Without careful preparation, the Strings of Fate are worthless, but with enough time it allows her to weave obstacles that would be devastating to her enemies by linking butterfly effects around the area that it may touch, causing things like a loose pebble to become a landslide, or letting a stray wind carry poisonous spores into someone's airways.
The Strings of Fate have unlimited applications, but only the trickest ones are the most effective.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Eira Whittle on Jan 18, 2018 20:58:06 GMT -8
Eira paused and so did the horse. A grin, similar to Sangrei's own, spread across her face. "Well, to be running into the woods with a stranger, a vulnerable young lady such as myself..." Her hand came to her chest as she feigned shyness. "How unbecoming! Let's go."
The carriage veered off the road, jubilantly bumping over the dip into the forest, and curled around a thicket, partially hidden, but mostly just parked. Before she slid off of the carriage, she turned around and reached her arms deep into the mass of boxes, chests, and cages she had hidden back there. Eventually, she found what she was looking for: another small box!
Opening it, she revealed a row of hollow eggshells with symbols carved into them. She picked one up, scampered over to the horse, then cracked the eggshells in her delicate fingers. She opened her palm, allowing a cloud of dust to swirl about the speckled horse, twisting and turning its shape until it shrank, though not considerably, into the shape of a wolf. She scratched it between the ears and told it to stay, then beckoned to Sangrei.
"Well?" she urged. "Come on!"
As they began their journey, the woman hiked up her skirt and tied it just above her knees. She had breeches underneath, but they were thin, hardly something to wear on a hike. Eira didn't care.
"Hey, Sangrei, you don't charm easily, do you? Fae may try to sweet-talk you."
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Sangrei Friedn
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 25-ish
Physical Description: Sangrei looks to be in his mid-20s, and has silver-white hair which has grown increasingly from a short crop. His eyes are dark turquoise and he stands at about 6 feet tall, but tends to slouch when presenting himself. His body has various scars, mostly nicks and scratches which have healed over, lightly visible. His most prominent wound is a healed gash stretching from his left shoulderblade to the middle of his back.
Clothes and Equipment: The only things that Sangrei carries at all times is his sword, Stahl Schmertz. Stahl Schmertz is a steel broadsword, standard issue from Sangrei's old corps. It has seen its share of wear and tear, and has been reforged and resharpened a number of times. He refuses to abandon the sword out of sentimental value, and it hasn't given out on him yet either.
Stahl's scabbard carries the weight of his allies; whenever Sangrei loses a comrade, he tears a strip of cloth from their clothing and adds it to the wrapping around the sheath.
Sangrei's general attire consists of casual clothing, usually local to the area he is in. He frequently carries a knapsack and wallet, though this is not always the case.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 19:48:59 GMT -8
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Post by Sangrei Friedn on Jan 18, 2018 21:19:45 GMT -8
"That's just about what I expected you to say," Sangrei responded, grin still plastered on his face. He raised a finger to object noncommittally. "Hey, hey, I toldja, I'm a gentleman and would never consider anythin' of the sort. And I'm almost hurt that you'd say so."
As the carriage shook with the off-road travel, Sangrei grabbed hold of the part behind him, riding out the bumps without a dent to his good mood. He chose to be the first off, sliding out of his seat onto the foliage covering the ground. A few bounces on the balls of his feet told him his body was in working order. In between stretching out the kinks, he watched Eira curiously as she rummaged through her belongings.
The hair on his neck prickled lightly, or perhaps it was just his imagination. Regardless, the man took a few steps back, eyebrow lifting as she shapeshifted the horse. He dropped to his knees, observing it for a while longer and raised a hand as if to pet it, but clearly thought better and inclined his head towards Eira's gesture.
"Bein led into the woods by a vulnerable young lady, a man like myself could get some strange ideas.." He dipped into a playful, mocking bow, hand angled towards the trees. "Ladies first."
Her movements caught his gaze and it lingered briefly before he returned to scanning the woods. "Hope you're comfy, with the kinda stuff you seem to be lookin for, seems like we might have to go for a little jog at some point."
His mouth twitched, but held back a smile. "Only a fine lady such as yourself could charm me, missy. I should be able to handle myself, but hopefully you'll bail me out if we get in a pinch, yeah?"
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