Gwyneth Sol
Established
Roleplay posts: 37 
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on Jan 23, 2020 13:20:08 GMT -8
Gwyneth blinked at that before she let out a contemplative hum. "No, I did not. I think I can only hear your voice when we are touching.... fascinating..." She murmured as she leant forward to set her elbow on her knee so she could lay her hand on her more comfortably.
"So what were you saying then?" She asked again curiously. "Why are you here? Why aren't you still in the sky or where ever you came from?"
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Nereida
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: ???
Physical Description: A mystic sphinx seemingly birthed from the stars. The creature stands on all fours, seemingly built as a lithe, feline-esque creature with spindly legs and a curvy torso - though most of the main body is adorn in fine, silky-soft fur and feathers in a soft starry glow white or stark night sky black.
The dark feathers make up most of the twin pair wings folded along the back.
The thin, long legs are tipped in delicate cat-like paws - though the little toes seem to unfurl a bit and give almost completely open palms despite the slightly offset thumbs. These limbs are warm in white fur.
The tail flexes and flicks much like a feline's tail, though it begins in fur and changes in a very subtle shift to feathers that grow in size to the rather large ones that make a soft, rounded end to the limb - all a soft white and light snow grey mix.
The slightly elongated neck bears a rather mysterious head, which has no real face or features. Instead, it seems a slightly rounded mask sets in place of the face - white with some smooth accents in grey around the seemingly empty eye sockets. Just above the "masked" face protrude a pair of horns at the placement of the temples, but they seem to be more ethereal than solid or bone - and seem to shift and wave almost like smoke to constantly change shape.
Registered: Jan 5, 2020 21:48:10 GMT -8
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Post by Nereida on Jan 25, 2020 5:43:07 GMT -8
Nereida shuffled forward on her paws until her body was settled on the ground and close enough that she could support Gwyneth's hand beneath her head upright along her neck, trying to make this a little easier for the woman. The soft, feather tail swept around and easily enveloped the pair of them.
"I don't know," echoed the voice again. "I remember being small and moving across the sky, watching the trees and rivers and mountains below me. I remember doing that several times, and being all sorts of sizes. But then I heard others, and some said I would be born soon. Then I heard another one, and she said it was time to go. And... I fell. I think we all fall eventually when we're big enough stars."
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on Jan 25, 2020 19:55:58 GMT -8
"When you're big enough stars..." She echoed softly in awe, stroking her thumb over her mask again, her other hand reaching out to feel her feathery tail. "... Incredible... So you... you were just... born then." She mused before settling in a bit. "Well, despite the fact you took out some young trees in the process, I'm glad that you landed here and not any further. The human hunters roam over to the east. If they'd seen something like you, they may have tried to hunt you down. You'll have to be careful of that. The humans tend to like a challenge to hunt." She said with a small sigh, shutting her eyes for a moment.
"What is it that you wish to do here then?Is... Is any purpose coming to mind?" She questioned curiously.
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Nereida
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: ???
Physical Description: A mystic sphinx seemingly birthed from the stars. The creature stands on all fours, seemingly built as a lithe, feline-esque creature with spindly legs and a curvy torso - though most of the main body is adorn in fine, silky-soft fur and feathers in a soft starry glow white or stark night sky black.
The dark feathers make up most of the twin pair wings folded along the back.
The thin, long legs are tipped in delicate cat-like paws - though the little toes seem to unfurl a bit and give almost completely open palms despite the slightly offset thumbs. These limbs are warm in white fur.
The tail flexes and flicks much like a feline's tail, though it begins in fur and changes in a very subtle shift to feathers that grow in size to the rather large ones that make a soft, rounded end to the limb - all a soft white and light snow grey mix.
The slightly elongated neck bears a rather mysterious head, which has no real face or features. Instead, it seems a slightly rounded mask sets in place of the face - white with some smooth accents in grey around the seemingly empty eye sockets. Just above the "masked" face protrude a pair of horns at the placement of the temples, but they seem to be more ethereal than solid or bone - and seem to shift and wave almost like smoke to constantly change shape.
Registered: Jan 5, 2020 21:48:10 GMT -8
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Post by Nereida on Jan 26, 2020 19:30:48 GMT -8
The sphinx swiveled her head to point her eyes eastward at the mention of the hunters. Would they really try to harm her, even if she posed no threat to them?
The second question brought her head around to look at Gwyneth, the hollow eyes blinking once in a brief pause before she spoke again. "I don't know... but I want to learn and explore. I want to see everything in this world! I wanna see the forests with the tallest, greenest trees and smell their leaves and feel their bark. I wanna see if the big waters are blue because their cold or if it's because they reflect the sky. I wanna see everything."
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on Jan 26, 2020 19:51:21 GMT -8
Gwyneth smiled softly at that chuckling a bit. "That's quite the life's dream and goal. But considering from where you come, I have no doubt that you will be able to achieve it." She mused gently as she stroked over her head. "But again, I must urge you. Have caution nearing human settlements. Fly high over them or only in the cover of night." She said before looking back down at her.
"Will others of your kind come to join you? Though it will be a fantastic journey, no doubt it will become a lonely one at times."
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Nereida
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: ???
Physical Description: A mystic sphinx seemingly birthed from the stars. The creature stands on all fours, seemingly built as a lithe, feline-esque creature with spindly legs and a curvy torso - though most of the main body is adorn in fine, silky-soft fur and feathers in a soft starry glow white or stark night sky black.
The dark feathers make up most of the twin pair wings folded along the back.
The thin, long legs are tipped in delicate cat-like paws - though the little toes seem to unfurl a bit and give almost completely open palms despite the slightly offset thumbs. These limbs are warm in white fur.
The tail flexes and flicks much like a feline's tail, though it begins in fur and changes in a very subtle shift to feathers that grow in size to the rather large ones that make a soft, rounded end to the limb - all a soft white and light snow grey mix.
The slightly elongated neck bears a rather mysterious head, which has no real face or features. Instead, it seems a slightly rounded mask sets in place of the face - white with some smooth accents in grey around the seemingly empty eye sockets. Just above the "masked" face protrude a pair of horns at the placement of the temples, but they seem to be more ethereal than solid or bone - and seem to shift and wave almost like smoke to constantly change shape.
Registered: Jan 5, 2020 21:48:10 GMT -8
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Post by Nereida on Jan 26, 2020 20:06:18 GMT -8
"I dunno... I don't remember hearing any others coming after me, or talking about coming down with me. But right now, it's nice that I don't have to listen to everyone all at once anymore!" she chirped, the eyes squinting to the pleased arches again. "So I guess it's just me now!"
After a moment the eyes opened wide once more and her head tipped sideways a bit. "So what are you? What are you called? You're pretty, and you smell like stardust. Are you from the stars, too?" she babbled, stopping the short rapid-fire of questioning to listen intently - scooting just a bit closer and hugging her tail closer to almost hug the small woman in her soft embrace.
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on Jan 28, 2020 17:56:33 GMT -8
Gwyneth blinked when she was suddenly inundated with questions before she let out a small laugh, rubbing over her head, trying to soothe her a bit.
"Well firstly, no. No, I'm not from the stars. Or at least, I wasn't born from them like you were. I was born here... Well not exactly here but on this earth." She said with a small smile before she turned to glance at one of her hands, the runes that covered her skin glittering a bit in the moonlight. "Also, thank you for the compliment, most wouldn't think I was. I am... well... I think... I was born a human. But...I was taken when I was young and brought to the forest with the fae. I was raised by the forest and me... Well... I'm human... but I'm not. And I'm fae... but I'm not. Make sense?" She offered with a half-smile.
"I suppose, like you, it's just easier to call me, Gwyneth. That was the name I was given."
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Nereida
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: ???
Physical Description: A mystic sphinx seemingly birthed from the stars. The creature stands on all fours, seemingly built as a lithe, feline-esque creature with spindly legs and a curvy torso - though most of the main body is adorn in fine, silky-soft fur and feathers in a soft starry glow white or stark night sky black.
The dark feathers make up most of the twin pair wings folded along the back.
The thin, long legs are tipped in delicate cat-like paws - though the little toes seem to unfurl a bit and give almost completely open palms despite the slightly offset thumbs. These limbs are warm in white fur.
The tail flexes and flicks much like a feline's tail, though it begins in fur and changes in a very subtle shift to feathers that grow in size to the rather large ones that make a soft, rounded end to the limb - all a soft white and light snow grey mix.
The slightly elongated neck bears a rather mysterious head, which has no real face or features. Instead, it seems a slightly rounded mask sets in place of the face - white with some smooth accents in grey around the seemingly empty eye sockets. Just above the "masked" face protrude a pair of horns at the placement of the temples, but they seem to be more ethereal than solid or bone - and seem to shift and wave almost like smoke to constantly change shape.
Registered: Jan 5, 2020 21:48:10 GMT -8
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Post by Nereida on Jan 29, 2020 8:51:49 GMT -8
Nereida swiveled her head a bit to look at the hand not rubbing her head, staring at the marks. "Stars are pretty. Who thinks stars aren't pretty?" her voice murmured absentmindedly. The voice came through stronger with the following words, more focused on speaking to Gwyneth. "Gwyneth sounds like a nice name! A nice name for a nice Gwyneth."
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on Feb 1, 2020 20:26:37 GMT -8
Gwyneth laughed softly at that. "Well, friend, I am certainly not a star. I'm not like you. I was born of flesh and dirt and blood. Not of starlight. So it doesn't mean I'm pretty by nature as you." She explained with a soft chuckle again, rubbing her head affectionately. "But thank you. I do quite like my name despite all the things. My friends call me Gwyn. Or at least... the trees and fauna whisper what sounds like Gwyn rather than Gwyneth. It's easier."
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Feb 2, 2020 12:13:49 GMT -8
The journey through the Usque was not without its problems... There were whispers of various goings-on throughout the forest that she could hear even if Cairex could not. The pair of them finally arrived at the forest gate after a while of traversing the thick of the Usque. "As soon as they let us through, we journey to the city and we shall find an inn where we can wash off the road dust and become more presentable." She'd said at some point as they approached the gates.
When ready, she led Cairex through the gate and they would continue their journey on to the Free City.
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Nereida
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: ???
Physical Description: A mystic sphinx seemingly birthed from the stars. The creature stands on all fours, seemingly built as a lithe, feline-esque creature with spindly legs and a curvy torso - though most of the main body is adorn in fine, silky-soft fur and feathers in a soft starry glow white or stark night sky black.
The dark feathers make up most of the twin pair wings folded along the back.
The thin, long legs are tipped in delicate cat-like paws - though the little toes seem to unfurl a bit and give almost completely open palms despite the slightly offset thumbs. These limbs are warm in white fur.
The tail flexes and flicks much like a feline's tail, though it begins in fur and changes in a very subtle shift to feathers that grow in size to the rather large ones that make a soft, rounded end to the limb - all a soft white and light snow grey mix.
The slightly elongated neck bears a rather mysterious head, which has no real face or features. Instead, it seems a slightly rounded mask sets in place of the face - white with some smooth accents in grey around the seemingly empty eye sockets. Just above the "masked" face protrude a pair of horns at the placement of the temples, but they seem to be more ethereal than solid or bone - and seem to shift and wave almost like smoke to constantly change shape.
Registered: Jan 5, 2020 21:48:10 GMT -8
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Post by Nereida on Feb 2, 2020 19:21:28 GMT -8
"The trees whisper?" she murmured, turning her head about beneath Gwyneth's palm to look around them to the mentioned trees. "I don't hear them. Are they talking now?" chirped the sphinx, looking to her new friend expectantly.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274 
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Feb 9, 2020 17:45:43 GMT -8
It was a bright and beautiful day as the pair Faisine of the Usque made their way out of the urban sprawl of the city and into the woods of the Eastern Forest. Cairex seemed to be in a good mood, their mission accomplished with minimal difficulties, minimal time amongst civilization, and minimal violence. "So, we go to the town, deliver the note, and then what?" Cairex asked. |
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Feb 9, 2020 20:34:58 GMT -8
"We go to the logging town first to deliver the paper, then to the Usque to gather the chieftains and come up with borders for the forest... And back to the city again when we are through to make it official." She replied somewhat quietly, happy to be out of the city at the moment since she was not used to being around people anymore. "I have a lot of socializing to do I suppose." A pause was given. "What did you think of the Empress now that you have met her? Was she at all what you expected?"
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The Wyld Hordes
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Physical Description: With the reawakening of the Wyld, hordes of parasitised thralls begin to pour across the lands, spreading the chaos and black dread of the Wyld. They have one goal: destroy civilisation, return the world to a state in which it is in perpetual flux, make the weak fear the strong again. They pursue this goal with relentless fervor, driven by the whispers in their minds and the hulking crow-like beasts that accompany them.
Registered: Apr 4, 2018 19:24:12 GMT -8
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Post by The Wyld Hordes on Feb 10, 2020 0:01:30 GMT -8
[One month before the Isra-Black Vale non-aggression pact]Over the two years or so since the Wyld's temporary defeat at the hands of the combined forces of the Land-Tiller's State, Isra's royal army, and the undead army of Ulfang von Haren, the quarantine zone in the Eastern Forest has remained quiet. The great vine-walls that once marked the borders of the area where the Wyld holed up to refresh its power after its defeat have since receded, leaving only a strange, dark expanse of forest in its place. Dense thickets of thick, black-barked trees with violet-hued leaves not quite shaped like oaks have sprung up in place of the healthy verdant green of the forest before. The soil itself has become so dark as to seem charred, yet evidently quite fertile, as the underbrush grows dense and tall. There are few paths through this expanse of blighted lands now, and those few too adventurous or too foolish to keep out have come to know the land's fauna well -- packs of huge, vicious wolves with reflective purple eyes stalk the night and flocks of carrion crows harass intruders relentlessly. No beast that is born of those woods is mundane; every rabbit, badger, fox, or squirrel is born with black fur and a pair of violet eyes. Those who are lucky enough survive a night in the forest wake to find their food and provisions missing, and often find themselves in completely unknown depths of the wood. Even the trees themselves seem to loom over those who enter, the feeling of being watched by unwelcoming eyes impossible to shake. Roots often whip out to trip intruders, and many a tent has been crushed by falling branches or swallowed by suddenly infirm earth. The sounds that haunt the night are the stuff of nightmares, the calls of far-off beasts never seen by human eyes echoing through the wood. The few travelers who have escaped the wood with their lives report great winged beasts with bodies of roiling smoke flying overhead in the dark of night, their eyes glowing a sinister amethyst. As yet, the Isran quarantine teams have felt it too costly to mount proper excursions, preferring to keep their operations to containment exclusively. However, in recent months there have been more attempts by the forest to breach the quarantine, seeming to be almost organised. Waves of shambling, vine-ridden possessed crash against Isra's defences, probing for a chink in the armour. It would seem that dark things are stirring once more in the blighted lands, and a permanent solution is no more forthcoming now than it was when the dragon-lady Freyja, Lady of the Moon , vanished into her cave, apparently unsuccessful in finding her proposed final nail in the coffin of the Wyld's possessed avatar, Andraste Ruana . However, there may yet be hope, as an unlikely ally is roused once again in the North. A raven perches upon the branch of a black-barked tree at the edge of the blighted lands, peering into the depths of the forest. Its feathers are unkempt and its eyes are coloured a strange, dull green. It cocks its head this way and that, hopping from one branch to another, yet apparently reluctant to go further into the wood. It gives a kraa and turns about, taking to the skies in a flurry of shimmering black feathers. The raven wheels around to fly northward, and disappears over the horizon.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Feb 10, 2020 0:35:01 GMT -8
Deep within the center of the blighted lands of the Eastern Forest there stands a great tree with sinews of thick, jet black bark trailing up into a flare of dark purple leaves. The tree is like none that have been seen since before the Cataclysm, yet its true secret lies beneath, in a ten meter by ten meter orb of twisted roots, wrapped about a hollow center. There in the inky blackness, a woman in faded, battered red robes sits, legs crossed, eyes closed. Thin, ever-shifting black vines with thorns like needles dip in and out of unclosing gashes that dot her body from toe to collarbone.
The only remaining unmarred surface is her face, which is as comely and unblemished as the day she was possessed. There is no recollection of the powerful sorceress she once was. There is only what she has become. The avatar of the Wyld, the bringer of doom to the civilised world and protector of the natural. She who will wash the world clean of the sapient plague that destroys all natural life it stumbles across, she who will correct the mistake the gods once made in allowing these pests to exist. For Andraste and the Wyld speak with one voice.
It is not time, not yet. But soon. Soon the Wyld will be strong enough, and will rise once again. The last attempt ended in a minor setback, but while these sapients grow old, decrepit, the Wyld is eternal. The Wyld can wait. They will eventually have to come to it should they wish to avert their own destruction, and by then it will be too late. Even now, the roots grow deep, probing the defenses of the so-called protectors, those Isran Enclave scum that poke at the Wyld's borders and prevent its growth, deny it its true potential. The Wyld will wait. It will be patient. And then, when the sapients think it is truly, finally contained, the hour of their doom will be upon them, for that is when the Wyld will strike.
Andraste's eyes open, but eyes they are not. Where once there were orbs of flesh and blood, now her sockets are filled with a bright purple glow, and as she stands, her body creaks like a willow tree bending to the wind. Her bare feet hiss across the ground as she steps toward the wall of the root sanctuary, and the walls part, the very earth obeying her command and spreading before her as she ascends to the forest floor above. She looks to the skies, and the full moon peers back, illuminating the blighted lands in a soft silver glow. Even the avatar of the moon herself could not find a way to stop the Wyld. The sapients have no hope. This world will be returned to the natural order, soon enough. Soon enough.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Feb 10, 2020 19:00:57 GMT -8
"We go to the logging town first to deliver the paper, then to the Usque to gather the chieftains and come up with borders for the forest... And back to the city again when we are through to make it official." She replied somewhat quietly, happy to be out of the city at the moment since she was not used to being around people anymore. "I have a lot of socializing to do I suppose." A pause was given. "What did you think of the Empress now that you have met her? Was she at all what you expected?" "A lot of socializing indeed." He chuckled, glad to see the happiness in her. "I thought her...hmmm, she is a shrewd woman. I would not like to be opposite her in a poker game, or even chess. Though I will admit to being poor at both games, I have no patience for them. I suspect she agreed to your request because in the future she may need something from you, and expect you to agree because of what transpired today." Cairex shrugged, "What did she mean about you being in better hands now?" |
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Feb 10, 2020 19:27:45 GMT -8
"I am sure she wants to keep relations with Camilla in good order," she said with a shrug at his words about what Naoki could possibly want in return one day. "She is not so bad after the third time meeting her, though I won't lie... I was sweating profusely wanting out of the city.
At his next words, her face colored. "I thought I was in love with someone who was considered her enemy in the war." She cleared her throat and murmured, "I assume she is talking about you being better than he. Dantess... I don't know what has happened to him... People weren't fond of him. I was infatuated though and selfish."
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Feb 17, 2020 7:21:19 GMT -8
"Camilla...she is your sister right?" Cairex asked, trying to remember if she had been mentioned before. "You aren't the only one, it has been a long time since I had been in such a..crowded and urban place. I shared your discomfort," he laughed.
"Ahhh, I could see why she wouldn't be fond of him. I don't know him, but personally I think you are better off." A smile and wink accompanied the statement.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Feb 17, 2020 14:02:17 GMT -8
"She is my cousin," she said. "I have no siblings..." She gave a wan smile at his mention of sharing her discomfort. Faisine gave Cairex a look when he teased her about the man she had been infatuated with, "He was not as bad as people thought. I don't know what happened to him after I left, however. But I like that I have you now." Maybe even loved. She wrapped her arm around his and lay her head on his shoulder as they walked.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Feb 20, 2020 19:41:12 GMT -8
"Me neither, always wondered if my life would be different if I did." He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead as she leaned on him, allowing that to cover his response.
"Let's go make sure these loggers stop chopping down the forest. Then we can figure out what comes next!"
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